My Guests
One is a man of feeling,
A deplorer of the world’s evils,
Who lives only on adjectives.
The other is a man of all kinds of plans,
A draughtsman with
No experience in house building.
In this busy mid-December
To keep company with you both is impossible.
I must excuse myself and do my own work.
Please, you two guests,
Make yourselves at home.
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