She called and so looked I up,
And so looked swiftly down again;
An irate, "Really!" was all I got,
Before she, irate, shut my mouth.
And so, with manner something less uptight
I firmly set the girl upright,
"No, really, I must work now, dear,
If you'll please re-attire."
But she just laughed and shook her head,
(and... shook)
And so re-opened I my book
And when again I chanced to look,
She'd removed even her smile.
(I have never seen her so... determined!)
So.
My evening studies interruptesd thus,
By pert and perfumed decolletage;
My thesis based on that the world turns round,
But I, diverted by this amiable menage
Would swear the scholars fools;
For this pussiant planet stopped,
And turned no more.