OH!
That thou shalt not steele thine anger,
And let not thy piercing blade of shiny, shiny bluest bright
Be interposed, twixt gut and bladder on this night.
Rather, stay disapprobation,
That desire and despair not overtake thee,
Nor cause thy Pit and pithy words
To rend the fabric of discourse.
Stroll forth with thy Pit battled beasties,
Balanced in halcyon repose, pinging not
To the Chet of thine abradement.