Poems, Series 3: LII. Is bliss, then, such abyss
LII. Is bliss, then, such abyss
IS bliss, then, such abyss
I must not put my foot amiss
For fear I spoil my shoe?
I'd rather suit my foot
Than save my boot,
For yet to buy another pair
Is possible
At any fair.
But bliss is sold just once;
The patent lost
None buy it any more.