Classic Poem

Just write a novel, Oh,
You'll find it most diverting:
The puppet souls are so
Extremely disconcerting.

Their dainty dialogue
Flits light before your fancy,
Not deft enough to dog
Their footsteps gay and chancy.

But tell me—would you could—
What sets my nerves a-twinkle,
Why the dear public should
Pass by without a wrinkle.