When I first read Dickens, a child asked for more
I read Orwell and found a sow walked on  
Two hinds and bore names meant for humans

Then, father gave me Austin to epitomise
I ransacked every page and on the first slice
Was sitting a truth with a global compromise

Where the child who asked for more stands
As the portrait of Lisa behind the want of a wife
How it started and how it civilised are not fancies