All but the Tastiest Stars recommend
The very Batch of Lights we should absorb
And you, pity must your Choices first end
Decide the Easy Kilogramme at-store
I should have known this; But what has been
Drink the Passioned Chalice prescribed by choice
Which, merry-mastered as you should have seen
Up-Turn a table Jolly Jesters voice
Now whose Scale weighs? Without the aid of Gold
Judge whose Denser Form labels sentient
Mine the Sour Air; Yours the Sweetest Hold
Either which pick the Prime and Pertinent.
I'll take my Leave. But not a Coward's Coat
To wear the Moon's shoulders; Yet still do gloat.