The Vain Speech of a Sadist

“Why raise this much crude alarm Over the schemed little harm To just chop off your left arm Leaving your right for your farm… Left arm coming to gross harm Does not betray yields from farm, Save for one with eyes on alms, Since planning to dump farm’s palms... Your right arm can yams harvest, Just as it can put on vest. No true lover would you jest Or with tongue your patience test For being now a one-armed man She should leave for older stan!”