Those were the times — exclaimed master's maid;
When youthful glow was understood —
As dust on shelves — did beauty fade;
Completely changing fair Sir's mood.

The ceremony of served tea
Remains — a consolation sweet,
As beauty brings us — peaceful glee  
The Twinings charms — the air suite.

My master is for — Pianissimo;  
He plays piano — violin —  
Splendidly Fast and Fortissimo;
All sounds swirl into my ***** like Dream!

I'll master perfect iambs late at Night
And Metre and Rhyme will be Sir's Delight!