Why do you rush through the fields in trains, <br /> Guessing so much and so much. <br /> Why do you flash through the flowery meads, <br /> Fat-head poet that nobody reads; <br /> And why do you know such a frightful lot <br /> About people in gloves and such?<br /><br />Gilbert Keith Chesterton<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/an-answer-to-frances-cornford/
