Invention

What marvellous invention did you make,
An item so much larger than regret,
That time went by and no one could forget
The incident when, even with the fake,
All of the women who still felt an ache
Began to sing, and all the men we met
Were gentle, thinking, What buffoon would fret
In such a lovely spot, for heaven's sake?

You never told your secret, never talked
Of anything but accidental cheer,
And offered nothing but a glass of beer
To all inquiries. Every route was blocked,
All roads, each alley and dark path we stalked,
But your invention somehow made things clear.