Stop! Stop! Stop!
What is this rot?
Of words and verbage painfully troubled,
Like poet's piss, found in a puddle?
No please relax I say, and go instead,
And prepare yourself for rest and bed,
But before you do first free your head,
Avec un verre de vin, or a clean, rough red.
(c)Richard.H.Elliott 2003
Splendid. Wonderful. Strikingly true.
I simply loved it, Richety.