Luck fell to the artisan
He stood head and shoulders above reason
No more will he venture ungainly into oblivion
Or into Esthers mouth
The man that argues indifference hears nothing
The mouth that offers tranquillity is lost
I never did listen to Esther myself
One ear deaf to the world
The other equipped with kitchen utensils
Happiness never came into it
Esther became the spare contact lens case
The outpatient’s appointment card
And everything beginning with the letter F
The artisan was a lucky man indeed