That cold winter evening
The fire would not draw,
And the whole family hung
Over the dismal grate
Things tell less and less:
The news impersonal
And from afar; no book
Worth wrenching off the shelf.
Between the Gardening and the Cookery
Comes the brief Poetry shelf;
By the Nonesuch Donne, a thin anthology
Do this. Don't move. O'Grady says do this,
You get a move on, see, do what I say.
Look lively when I say O'Grady says.
This is just to show you whose boss around here.
It’ll keep you on your toes, so to speak,
Make you put your best foot forward, so to speak,