Enter The Issue At Hand

Lady Mishap: Yes, the writing desk will be arriving this afternoon. I want it in
the study.
Butler Burnett: As you wish, my Lady.
Lady Mishap: Ah, ladies, you know the romantic poets don't you?
Lady Slush: No more than Lord Slimly's witty ditty, no.
Harmony of Hinterburne: He's always wooing with a wowing limerick.
Lady Mishap: Oh, thoughts forbid I should ever receive one! Come to think of it,
why haven't I received one. I feel quite offended by not being affronted.
Lady Slush: Why ARE you in such a poetic mood anyway.
Lady Mishap: On account of my new writing desk arriving. Sundry poets are said to
have spread graffiti all over it.
Lady Slush: I can't wait to read it.
Harmony of Hinterburne: In such a respect the wood of furniture equals the wood of
the book.
Lady Mishap: Yes it does. I'm glad you have such a poetic appreciation.
Lady Slush: Like Lord Slimly has. I'm sure the new kitchen maid's his new muse.
Lady Mishap: I'm sure she won't survive the first limerick.