Love the gerbils, Jayn.
Another one:
GOLDSMITH ON LIGHT BULBS
When lovely woman notes with sorrow
The highest light bulb in the room
Is blown and can't be reached, what morrow
Will cast new light upon her gloom?
The only art to make her gladder
Is woman's all-too-easy one.
She'll con some guy to fetch a ladder,
And in a wink, the job is done.
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