Whan that August with his stifling heate

The Corner babble hath sent into retreate,

And bathed ev’ry screen with pixels white

For wante of thoghte and commente erudite;

Whan Kathryn eke, with typing fingers defte,

For lacke of copie languisheth bereft,

And Stuttaford of screeds fulle technicalle

Nods drowsie at his deske in streete named “Walle”;

(Till manager’s coarse yelle his sleep disperses!)

Than longen folke to idlie makke smalle verses,

And eke abuse their betters by the penne

Inviting swifte ripostes from Corner men…