Night on journey: Mad worlds, half lived lives of unfulfilled destiny and happy happy joy joy feet. Or I love you PG who wrote that other song

So, I wrote once for a friend who asked if I understood that poems "should" rhyme.

On a world's campus, days of wine and roses
anything goes, or so one supposes
If destiny were not a word
then Sisley, Pissarro and I*
would sail on a boat
down the River Rhine
and Laugh and Drink and Cry.

*friend into High Impressionism

So, I may be no contemporary, modern, post modern or  post mortem writer
but fuck if I don't enjoy tap dancing