Here I still linger
Though I mustn&#39;t dither
Tis&#39; neither hither nor thither
Just another tenday 
Of the lackadaisical mundane

Then, 

a brief, yet welcome stray
A customer with a whimsical name

*&quot;How do you do, Mr. Errol Kettle?&quot;*

I picture you as a halfling;
A humble shopkeeper
In the Humblewood

But nay,

One cannot dilly-dally this day!
I have towels, and bedsheets and clothes,
smocks and dishcloths I must fold 
this way, that way, square-ways

Doesn&#39;t matter,

I must away!