In time of Bard, it was no English word,
Though scent of 'Flair' in French was felt, perdy.
Still we may ask, without a groat incurred,
What sense we'd get if we would only try...

There's many a man has more flair than wit,
As many people find to their distress,
And rather than spend thought to ponder it,
The intrenchant flair with their keen words impress.

Yet if you find the going grim, as we
Attempt a tastk belied by false compare,
And fix your wintry gaze with force on me...
Then exit I, pursued now by a flair.