Rough winds doth eventually shake everything.

I read to him, my afore poem
he cared little for my tome
I fear that he may see in me
my unbridled insanity

I told that he should have no qualms
as long as he was in my arms
for at least in my arms' embrace
he tastes not of insanity

I feed him honey,feed him bread
keep them fed, as mamma said
and they will see humanity
not thinly-cloaked insanity

I will dress so prettily
lace to play the vanity
to slieght of hand humanity
to mask the raw insanity

I'll wait 'til onset of pity
to re-live from antiquity
my passion for the laity
that's my inane insanity.