|
|
| Gaucherie in Bedlam |
|
I will conceal my mirth Then you would know. Look and behold Someone whom you thought Is unreal Is a wallflower Is a forlorn lass Who awaits your attendance. Then again again it is too late To venture among the fragrant beds For they are too full of vipers! I am not one of them.
If you don't cease,
Hold the ruby-studded key and open it. |