When we imagine the life of the poet laureate, we see--through a dreamlike fog of sherry--a berobed figure lounging on a waterlily, floating gently through an Arcadian landscape, quill pen in hand but used more as a prop than for the actual production of poetry.
We have a vision of what the poet laureate is like.
No one knows what a poet laureate would be like.
A person preparing some vegetables
A man sliding into a base.
Kids generally aren't inclined to do things like that.
Palladio had a very poor opinion of it.
Construction workers are helping build a scaffold.
When they need to make an adjustment to the report to reflect current information.