_In all Romances
And poet's fancies
Where Cupid prances,
Embowered in flowers,
The tale advances
'Mid circumstances
That check love's chances
Through tragic hours._
_The reader's doleful now,
The lover's soulful now,
At least a bowlful now
Of tears are poured.
The villain makes a hit,
The reader throws a fit,
The author grins a bit
And draws his sword!_
_Strikes down Fate's lances,
Avoids mischances,
And deftly cans his
Loquacious lore
'Mid ardent glances
And lover's trances
And wedding dances
Forevermore._