So easy 'tis to make a rhyme, <br />That did the world but know it, <br />Your coachman might Parnassus climb, <br />Your butler be a poet. <br /> <br />Then, oh, how charming it would be <br />If, when in haste hysteric <br />You called the page, you learned that he <br />Was grappling with a lyric. <br /> <br />Or else what rapture it would yield, <br />When cook sent up the salad, <br />To find within its depths concealed <br />A touching little ballad. <br /> <br />Or if for tea and toast you yearned, <br />What joy to find upon it <br />The chambermaid had coyly laid <br />A palpitating sonnet. <br /> <br />Your baker could the fashion set; <br />Your butcher might respond well; <br />With every tart a triolet, <br />With every chop a rondel. <br /> <br />Your tailor's bill . . . well, I'll be blowed! <br />Dear chap! I never knowed him . . . <br />He's gone and written me an ode, <br />Instead of what I owed him. <br /> <br />So easy 'tis to rhyme . . . yet stay! <br />Oh, terrible misgiving! <br />Please do not give the game away . . . <br />I've got to make my living.<br /><br />Robert William Service<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/facility/
