Put beeswax on your easy chair,
Take reams of paper, nib your pen,
And ruffle your poetic hair!
Don't write of love -- it's out of date --
But try your hand at something new;
Work out a subject really great,
And make it brilliant, if not true!
And, if you're lacking for some rhymes,
Look up the poets -- they'll supply you --
'Tis one of those quite venial crimes,
For which the public won't decry you!
You pause in doubt? A phase of Greek
Will turn your lines in proper metre;
Or, if in French a rhyme you seek,
Your verses will appear much sweeter.
And then I think, if I were you,
I wouldn't send them to the papers,
But twist them up -- I often do --
Into the neatest smoking papers.
First published in The Australian Town and Country Journal, 30 December 1903