LIGHT of heart, and joyous-lipped, From scholastic trammels free, Nectar 'mongst 'the Gods' I sipped. Heedless of the rain that dripped, Waited at the shrine of Tree, Light of heart and joyous-lipped. In the tier whence bourgeois flipped Nutshells on nobility, Nectar 'mongst 'the Gods' I sipped; Laughing loud when Leno quipped— All his jests were new to @3me@1— Light of heart and joyous-lipped. Am'rous of the trine that tripped At the dear old 'Gaiety', Nectar 'mongst 'the Gods' I sipped. Twice-told tales nor jarred nor hipped— Nothing @3then@1 banality!— Light of heart and joyous-lipped, Nectar 'mongst 'the Gods' I sipped! |