Or shine in prose and be described in articles.
But, if I owned the swift melodious Meynell,
To-day I would not write about my kennel.
The woes of butlers and the ways of cooks,
The contumely of wives, the scorn of daughters;
Golf, too, and tennis, or reviews of books;
Breezes and bees and trees and rippling waters,
All these are writable, but I, Sir, shun them—
Take thirty lines: I've been and gone and done them!
R. C. L.