'Tis those unknown who
coin the phrases best ...
to impress their friends,
leaning at the bar.
would that half our thoughts be known,
in every City street,
the lights would dim ,
near and far,
For the poet writes his best,
when he need not write at all,
where good people go to jest,
the long the short and tall ...
where vanity has no quest,
but is revived in their recall.