Inclinations Poem by Madrason .

And in this land of moral decline
a fine old gentleman so divine
stepped in like a rock from out of time
he helped a lady stout in solemn rhyme
he made it stick, a decent flow
and all the faces in red glow
were stunned, surprised and caught yes all
and not before the Roman fall
did he step back or hid behind Hadrian's wall
he stood weak, waggling, but boy stood he tall
an old greyish lad but yet a man so beautiful! M