Russian Tutor

The stroke of clock approaches six

Police Sirens invade the air

“Thinking Cup” O Where O Where

For I must meet my tutor there

My stomach dangles in the throat

As I glide forth and steal a seat

This woolen coat, so warm, traps heat

I’m finally composed upbeat

One utter gander at this gem

I’d conquer Russia for her hand

This situation does demand

Passions never remain unmanned

Beseech you please, do cede me this

I love you and must urge this bliss