Convinced there must be something rotten
With such a deuced heap of cotton:
It didn't ('nor ought it to') succeed,
Being a truly wicked deed!
Write both your own and sweetheart's names
(To show the height of both your flames,
Your love and learning both revealing)
With candle-smoke upon the ceiling,
And never mind whoever laughs,—
They're extra 'curious autographs!'