Sense and Sensibility rarely ride in tandem.
It seems that when one comes, the
Other goes flying off at random.
When tardy Sense falls behind, Sensibility will gain.
Moved by passions rash and thoughtless
Interjection – such will be my bane.
Sense withheld by something MONSTROUS and STRONG,
Whose existence I never stop to question
Who is right and who is wrong.
One says. “Now That Makes Sense!” I am very pleased.
Then Sensibility cries….”Have a Bigger Heart!
With Sense you’re merely teased!”
Now! There I’ve done it! Much without consent!
Pity reigned. Oh Hearty fool I am because
Good Sense my Sensibilities did thwart!