A POODLE'S CHANCE OF ATTAINING THE INFINITE

Delft and a milk pitcher.

    Nymphs, Nymphs, Nymphs so lively...
        Fresh daughters of waters,
        Our games pure and fluid

"Happy Valley," logic puzzles, notebook, PENS.

            Nymphs, Nymphs so lively,
Our vain frolicking sets a-quiver the reeds :

Venezia and vintage Pyrex.

            Alas! Fresh daughters so lively,
It's not much to enjoy only the fires of the Sun :

A Knight in armor led through a stone portico by monks, ramblin' books and shaving creme.

            Nevertheless, I feel beautiful!...

"Hoyle's" rules of games.

                 And I, even more beautiful!...

Alcoholic (comedic) fiction.

                In vain!...    In vain!...

Brazilian fiction (from-the-grave), hand creme, PENS.

Our shoulders of silver, the waves of our hair,
Are these the playthings of the light alone?