Hark! Bestow my Rival Literates bare
Yet Gold must be their Sincerities take
For that I Praise; Souls pawn and cast my Ware
With Finer Pens sketch him a better Shape
Shape, you say? That which a Mother would spend
For treble hours sum her Nine Month's Due
On such Degree, parallel his Roman bend
Then insert your name what you both can do
For some - Himself; For others - Family,
Two Royal Themes which will always write-out
And in-between - your Life and Sanity,
Two Mouthful Memes which cannot win this Bout.
The Master-of-the-Miniscule dabs his Paint
Whilst the Mistress-of-the-Glass wipes his Saint.