(By a Swinburnean Lofty Liner.)
Imparadised by my environment,
In rhymes impeccably good,
Let me scribble, as poor proud Byron meant
To have scribbled, if he could!
I’ll strain, as the sinuous cameleopard
Strains after the blossomy bough,
And with faculties that develop hard
Let me write—I can’t say how.
Impish idiom’s idiosyncrasy