Somber at ease flip these Nasty Bumps
Pock your attempt to the Artist's Sphere invade
Enriched you are; Would circle-fold your lumps
Ask for abstinence and friendships evade
Power to you, transpose another Elf
Make renaissance to your just-hidden craft
Which mentioned, at three-digits-four by self
Enhance her Feelings more suited to draft
Spice, the Lady's palette. Just like the Man
Exploit his gutted weakness satisfy
You know your parts; Lay ingredients you can
More of your Flair and less of salsify.
To know one's Zest, the Taster Bud's enrump
An Open Womb; Or bid each other up.