I suppose I should sit down and write something, witty and urbane,
But at present I’ve not so much to say. I think I shall abstain.
My life is fairly pleasant, even if it is quite plain.
I’ll just ignore the things that pain and those that I disdain,
And dream of days gone by, when I was gay in Spain.
Perhaps, someday the sane will reign,
And I can end this strange refrain.
Oh silly me, I’m so inane.
Those that ordain will never cease to strain, so long as they can yet get gain.