I have a month in which a paper to write,
And I have yet to bring into the light
More than a bare idea to delight
The audience that will come hear me speak.
I need to get the words down and to tweak
Them into some order far from weak,
To embed within sense that is all sound,
To in some texts my ideas to ground
So that, on saying them, I will be found
To have some insight into my texts' work.
I have heard papers of a sort that irk
Because they show each as a foolish jerk
The writer. I would not give such a one;
I will tend to my paper till it's done.