ld, capricious carlin, nature,
to mak amends for scrimpit stature,
she's turn'd you off, a humaure
on her first pn,
and in her freaks, on ev'ry feature
she's wrote the man.
just now i've ta'e o' rhyme,
my barmie noddle's w prime.
my fancy yerkit up sublime,
wi' hasty summon;
hae ye a leisure-moment's time
to hear what's in?
some rhyme a neibor's o sh;
some rhyme (vain thought!) for needfu' cash;
some rhyme to court the tra csh,
an' raise a din;
for me, an aim i never fash;
Epistle To James Smith(2/11)