...? I mean, I was aware a week ago that this was a freighted opportunity, but was too inclined to swoon instead.
So we made eggnog after dinner, whence The kitchen warmly lit and to avail Alive with jests, loud laughter, and to scale Keen conversation, should have kept good sense Upon its honour--but alas! What thence? I was too busy swooning in betrayl To give but half an ear to aught, and frail As aught excuse for crushes, wandered hence. O let us laugh, if only that could cure The folly from these vistas was it? To A fault those priceless minutes gone as twere-- Yes, eggnog long gone too, what have I? Who Can measure all we throw away in poor 'Scuse for our cherished lies? And how few knew?
So, lean back and guffaw at me, I guess. Laughter's the best medicine they swear.