canst poor smile
amid world in bad-shod fit
writ's a-fire
pardon season's ire


bring'st forth jollity and smiles aplenty
ne'er plaintive be of the sad *woe of man
lift high-sky the bless'd, one and seventy
mind scant the fo'c's'tle head in deadpan

floweth into desires flowers of merriment
push upon life gladness; poem of joy-bright
exult all forms of joviality and rejoice on
cheery-heart to amuse and glide to skylight

be curs'd with melancholia; fry all the frowns
ring in goodly-humour and make-it-all-bright
drown dips of despair and banish the downs
expel the heartbroken-ideals; deport skint-lite

what befits the real-feel to true equal-match
face with beck-n-call smile belies wake-latch


(fake)



S T - 29 sept