The Idol For the Idle
When one is mostly idle;
Laziness is one's idol:
Things are stopped in the middle;
To use your time you fiddle...
The idle hears out riddle
But feels not its sharp needle
It's a voice that can tweedle
And - watch it - feet that diddle
He can't hold horse's bridle
And while walking not sidle;
Surely can read the Bible
And try the describable
But won't any verse scribble...
On that point choose to dribble.
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