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