Respectfully I edit what I wrote
three days ago, reviewing it for gist
and attitude. To get it I must quote
myself in love, by composition blissed
and wit remarked. A question begged or left
to hang will hang the piece in paucity;
a pose is poison, and I am bereft
by affectation’s bald dishonesty.

The piece must have beginning, center, end
and more than all must interest anyone
as finicky as we. What I intend
to teach I wrap in fabric I have spun
of entertainment, gambols of my mind,
by repetitious editing refined.