who wasn't satisfied by previous advice and asks to be taught one or two important manners, just to keep the widow happy.
There's no set of manners to master
that might cure a social disaster.
There's only one rule,
you won't learn at school:
"Do everything slower, not faster."
If by this good rule you are bound,
I wager you'll soon be renowned
the sweetest of boys
who never annoys
the ladies, the snobs, or the crowned.
