Hitchens' Razor

Why should you be reading Wodehouse?
Well, well well. :)

His highness's arrival was announced by Dhol drums,
Boisterous, it lifted the city out of its doldrums.
Bewitched the wind into a wicked poltergeist,
Which possessed the poor trees at first sight.
Made them dance with no rhyme, nor reason,
The city was under its spell in a summer season.

Maybe you should look for the pot of gold at the end of it.

They argued the male was feminist, and female misogynist; said it was a marriage made in paradox not paradise.

First came the rain, making my feet wet,
Then came the sun, making my brow sweat.
Pain feasting on my body, but I couldn't care less,
There, I crossed a line, that made the trees jealous.

Full poem available at: https://mindtoilet.com/posts/mighty-mountains/