-- Lays of Rome --

You invented a game called reality
Now it's the only game I play
The question's not one of morality
For even a dog has his day

It's more a question of happenstance
For despite all that you say
Though I might never ever get the chance
I really do love a lay

A lay of course in the sense of a verse
As in Macaulay's 'Lays of Rome'
But as my poetry leaps from bad to worse
I'd prefer you as my lay at home