Gel with station,
And wry with roll,
A brick-like mason
Who doesn’t troll;
The walking stratum
Which doesn’t bleep,
Goes up and at ‘em,
And gets no sleep.
A paradise
Of gallant shame
Must not be wise -
Is often lame.
Just seal the deal -
For love’s a truth;
Now share a meal,
And manage youth.
Perennial,
That lowly plain -
Such strong appeal,
With rank disdain…
A life of learning
Protects the deal;
Leaves souls a-burning,
A healthy squeal.
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