Before he made it out the door 
the Muses sauntered in and closed it, 
smiling like to chill.  "So far we've spread
two tons of it upon your patch
and nothing grows."
"Who me?  I never asked for any insp--

Well, a touch to hit the tinder,
woof the kindling, pacify the logs.
But on this street the tinder sucks the rain;
the kindling's soggy, flits and dies;

the logs float off to catch a mill or two.
You ladies overkilled me: all I wanted
was a rubber -- why'd you give me paper? --
bag to keep it dry."

A. Y. Tanaka