Well, try this other by (ah) Canon Trout,
The Wisest Course of Love—why do you smile?
The book of plays I bought, this was a present,
Sent me with Rachel’s letter—but you smile,
You’re smiling still? Then I apologize,
Ladies and Lords. Indeed I never guessed
Humour was a luxury you admitted.
“’Tis pity she’s a ... postulant.” Is it that?
Malicious hearts! but you still nod, laugh, point,
Pointing what joke? The Wisest Course of Love?