I do hear you, sure
but my pastime
Silly, bit obscure
my quatrain rhyme
Perhaps corralled conceit
shuffling in dull dance?
Mere bleats from verse effete
in limping cadence?
Such indulgence to bemoan
mere soft banging of drums
Ain’t like blowing a trombone
pounding our poor eardrums!
Thus slight nuisance compared
to that what you’ve been spared?