Classic Poem

Laura, my love, when you recite
With azure orbs ashine, aglisten,
The dream you had the other night,
I do not listen.

My Postumus, when you explain
The virtues of your car; how cheap
Its upkeep is, I cannot feign â?¦
I fall asleep.

And when, Belinda, you essay
To tell me of the current shows,
Weaving the plot of every play,
My dear, I doze.

And when, O John, you tell this bard
Of poker pots you used to take —
With all details — well, I can hard-
Ly keep awake.

Trite though these tales, my sweet Miss Smith,
Gold are they from a fairy hoard,
To your experiences with
The Ouija board.

Laura, my love, when you recite
With azure orbs ashine, aglisten,
The dream you had the other night,
I do not listen.

My Postumus, when you explain
The virtues of your car; how cheap
Its upkeep is, I cannot feign â?¦
I fall asleep.

And when, Belinda, you essay
To tell me of the current shows,
Weaving the plot of every play,
My dear, I doze.

And when, O John, you tell this bard
Of poker pots you used to take —
With all details — well, I can hard-
Ly keep awake.

Trite though these tales, my sweet Miss Smith,
Gold are they from a fairy hoard,
To your experiences with
The Ouija board.