A winning girl is Gwyneth:
She’s won the poet Kenneth;
But giddy Gwyneth grinneth
At all that Kenneth penneth.
However much he yenneth,
Or sweetly mandolineth,
Miss Gwyneth banneth Kenneth:
His every ode she binneth.
But mark! For Gwyn and Kenneth,
The Wheel of Fortune spinneth:
Now Kenneth’s at the zenith,
Which much chagrineth Gwyneth.