Classic Poem

Once—I remember to my shame—
When work and worry had fatigued me,
I said a book or play or game
“Intrigued” me.

I've picked perhaps a dozen times
The weeds of unintensive farming:
“Delightful,” “stark” … I once said rhymes
Were “charming”!

But never while I serve the Muse,
Stripped though I be of verbal vesture,
Shall I, my dear, descend to use