him, himself and he
need no company
safe, locked within the barricaded walls
they chat comf'tably
Wit, Sagacity
and Lift, among them juggling all the balls
positive is Lift
sharing of his gift
the sweet tomorrow picture that he draws
giving doom short shrift
seldom getting miffed
nightshade upon his outlook never falls
the partners hurrahed
Sagacity's nod
wise counsel poured from his bewhiskered jaws
and handsomely shod
straightforward he trod
minutely checking his footholds for flaws
their laughter at Wit
a salt exquisite
as spice for their banter it never palls
adding his two bit
he's always a hit
beaming he bows taking his curtain calls
and what need have they
for my bold display
their wants so well-contained in their own halls
I wither away
awaiting the day
their door opens to some feminine saws
SMT 08/06/2013
Just as Independent !