Poem: What Would?
What would? Pearwood, I presume. Perhaps poplar? Surely not sycamore, Nor Norway Spruce. Willows are wishywashy And alder's asleep. Oak is too old And fir is but a fluff. Ash is too angelic, Thorn is too tough! Ah! Ne'er mind, Tis bone! - Brother Valentine Garnett some Saturday baking bread, a.s. LIX Just me, no A.i.