For Farnie to the wings had flung
All rules for writing verse ’twas plain,
Mostly halting was his measure;
(Let him mend it, at his leisure).
When a measure
Gives no pleasure
It is apt to give you pain!
The company worked hard, in vain,
But dull and duller grew the strain,
And no finale was a “go”—no, weaker did it wane.