Visits Have Their Hours
You can’t visit during working hours
And along take exposed sweets and flowers!
Why do we meet plain virulent showers
On persons who’d hurt the working hours?
Heads would at rule-breaking callers glower,
Red anger permit to reach its tower.
Lover of cake you can’t calm with flour;
He might not leave you long in his bower.
If the price to pay was famished lion
Would you visits pay your will iron?
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