Classic Poem

Tuck, sweet charmer, tell me why
I'm at ease when you are by?
Have you had a ‘round’ with Care,
Left him smoshen, stript him bare,
That he never more can try
Falls with me when you are by?

Ah, but when from me you're screened
Atrabiliar glows the Fiend:
Fire is wet and water dry:
Candles burn cocked hats awry:
Hope her diamond portal shuts,
Grim Dyspepsia haunts my—ahem!