Two lads in the sun (being well poached)
Were once, by their father, approached
After chatting awhile, it transpired (with a smile)
That the subject of chores was then broached

The first one responded with zest
And promised to rise from his rest
But being distracted, spoke not as he acted
And ended up failing the test

The other boy squarely refused
And signalled with non-verbal cues
But later relented, then humbly repented
And service did graciously choose

So now as you lie on your bed
And ponder on what you've just read
Be sure not to make the same foolish mistake
For words without actions are dead