1 In olden times, in early rhymes, the poets whined:
2 “I bede of you, beseech you each, you Sisters Nine,
3 you Muses, Melleous Meady Maidens: lend me grace!”
4 It’s not per happenstance this pleading prayer relates
5 the spirits (every sense assumed) and inspiration:
6 the lorely lessons tell us gods enjoy libation.
7 So pour yourself, Authorial Belle, a thorough cup
8 of swanky spirit sweet and swell, then hold it up
9 and spill a spot for any spirit that attends.
10 So may inspiration rise as drink descends!