Saw him in whiteface, crying at the bar –
a stricken mime craves wine.
Like the man at the bottle shop says,
“A good sample is the best bourbon.”
Early to bed, early to rise
and home by three.
Tell me what I forget.
Touch me and I surrender.
Involve me and I turn state’s evidence.
I told old Ben to go flight a kite
and he became an enlightened sage.
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The king of the adages, Poor Richard was just begging to be twisted. Jilly brought the prompt, and dVerse Poets Pub had the guts to go with it. So be it!