Amalgamate!

The Muse will come and the Muse will go  
Often for several days at a time  
Contriving thoughts to return and bestow,
Some into rhyme, attentively sublime,  
Whereon afflatus I routinely drone  
Regarding love in an ornate style  
Which no doubt now is so overblown  
That scarcely are flirts inclined to smile!  
 
But stranger to me is the verse that's free,
Like motorways without any rules,
And vulgarity obligatory...  
Except from the nerds from private schools!  
 
So few can handle the mixing of brows  
Whenever the low and high born carouse!