Whilst you nurse and tend your Vain, Swollen Foot After hours of Practice did Hone your Length You played the Player; By Mile's Minds re-boot Merely welted your Soles from out of Strength Of course, lonely were Rehearsals increment, Much did the Egyptian wrap Portions complete But knew your Pores; Thus applied Fortiment That Stung-Itched Balm by Glossy Herbs replete The Mobile rings. Of Double Versions heard One by your chest and the Other near soul Each held Respect-of-Confections your Word Then sample enough to make your Man whole. What else could I say? Save my Starling Greet Your Long-Distance Call I would haply meet.