Not like the links of a chain that clanks:
He who his burden of quips and cranks
Bears with the step of a light-foot mime,
Figure erect and unwavering flanks,—
This is the era of run-mad rhyme.
Muse, I presume you object to “spanks,”
Word—I admit it—beneath the sublime.
Pray then excuse me the Envoi. Thanks!
This is the era of run-mad rhyme.