It’s right to please but write please
To just one person, imaginary you
Says poet of the darker mustache.
But for now since W.W.2 mustache
No longer twirls in this wide world,
We do not please him enormously.
Please yourselves in an imagination,
Not in a wide web world’s window
Where we may catch a pneumonia.
By riverside mirror you look great
Till whole river breaks to its pieces
And pieces no more make a whole.