Do you dare? Why not? Unlike me, you have no bald spot in the middle of your hair.

Lick your tongue into the corners of the evening. Walk where you will in your white flannel trousers. But do not wear the bottoms rolled as you scuttle across the floors of silent seas.

Would it have been worth while,
To have bitten off the mango with a smile,
Or if a mango is not what you meant, at all.
Not it, at all.
Then why not tea and cakes and ices?
Have the strength to force the moment to its crisis.

Santa Clues
(Full of high sentence, but a bit obtuse; At times, indeed, almost ridiculous — Almost, at times, the Fool. I grow old ... I grow old ... here in this - far too expansive - waistland)