We often aver we feel only “so so,”
And sigh for a change—then here comes a letter!
What could I desire more welcome and better?
But how to reply? I’m lost in dismay,
I cannot in rhyme my feelings portray.
The nine they discard me, I’m not of their train,
They entreatingly beg, “I’ll ne’er woo them again;”
But I’ll brave their displeasure, and e’en write to you
A few lines of doggrel, then rhyming adieu.
My errors do “wink at,” for hosts you’ll descry,