But cannot paint poor pictures, write bad plays,
Or on a platform wildly flame or praise
In rolling tones or raucous.
"These lounge and hover, sip champagne and whiff
Mild cigarettes; these too, in secret sniff
At 'the whole queer caboodle.'
Why do they meet? How shall I say, good friend?
Modern symposiasts seem a curious blend
Of porcupine and poodle.
"'In these Saturnian days Amphitryon spreads