 jolly, almost fun, but that carries it along. So it starts with a kind of anger, but that gives it an impetus. I love it. How do you know when a poem is complete and it's reached its final form? How do you know? I never know when it's complete. I never do. I'm so, well, there's a point when you have to give it away to the publisher. But ask my publisher, I keep pestering.