Excerpt from Point Lace and Diamonds

I'd wandered, for a week or more,
Through hills, and dells, and doleful green'ry,
Lodging at any carnal door,
Sustaining life on pork, and scenery.
A weary scribe, I'd just let slip
My collar, for short vacation,
And started on a walking trip,
That cheapest form of dissipation -

And vilest, Oh! confess my pen,
That I, prosaic, rather hate your
"Ode to a Sky-lark" sort of men,
I really am not fond of Nature.
Mad longing for a decent meal
And decent clothing overcame me,
There came a blister on my heel -
I gave it up, and who can blame me?

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