Leave tobacco alone, ban poetry,
Look at what it has done to me,
Flashes of ideas and misshapen thoughts,
Each more distracting than the last,
And when they're done with me,
I'm blabbing incoherently.
Hear! Master of my words, O Enticing Sin,
Release this poor wayward heathen,
Let me be; Please, prithee,
I've come to; Realise my folly,
'Speares and 'Sworths are not for me,
Give me back my sanity!