'Mid scented roses one should loll and laze
In sheer delight.
The corn fields unto harvest glisten white,
In pastures lowing kine contented graze.
Per train (South-Eastern) now to wing his flight
No lover of the Surrey side delays.
My own case you suggest? Of course you're right.
Which p'r'aps explains why I to spend my days
In Shere delight!