A preaching fox, as Wymond lets us see,
Distracts us from our geese… Hieronimus
Says forced kindness must then thankless be…
When kindness is advice, and forced on us,
Distracting from the pleasure we find here,
I take their platitudinous links ill.
But blocking comments would, I greatly fear,
Be burning down the house, the mouse to kill….
(And thank you, Dorothy, I won’t forget.)
The best fish swim, George tells us, bottomward…
But Laura warns us that the gifts we get
From enemies have dangers… So I’ve heard.
I wrote this verse from Lawrence‘s kind thought :
That nothing is so bad it’s good for naught…
Originally posted on Making Light, following a flood of spam disguised as platitude posts.