When the titles of poems are intermingled with tasks I've suggested be done, such bricolage leads to both verse and a home more full of fun; Justly 'spired by fortune's art barely can I hide my glee thusly fired to get a start on yellow blue and gree'; Silent end that not a look sends my eye to hear resting under beauty's crook bending out of cheer; When and where to find the thing for a wall to breathe promised as a tonic ring let the scent do sing.