Sabbatical

This was probably a foolish mistake

There are books to read and papers to grade

Real pleasure comes to those who give, not take

My motion of late has been retrograde

Temptation was difficult to resist

Because I am a body with a mind

The flesh can be quiet, but does insist

Upon attention of a sweaty kind

Now and again, being solitary

Is more than a dying body can bear

Experience can make one quite wary

But bright and laughing beauty is quite rare

Pay attention when you receive that look

Once he is gone, I’ll return to my book