A royal inspector who was giving a feast in P'yŏngyang called for poems with the rhyme word nŭng, meaning “to be skilled in” or “good at.” Kim Sakkat and a kisaeng wrote this poem in reply.
Kim Sakkat: What skills has a P'yŏngyang kisaeng?
Kisaeng: I’m skilled in song, skilled in dance, and skilled in poetry.
Kim Sakkat: Skilled, skilled, you claim. I see little evidence of skill.
Kisaeng: In the third watch on a moonlit night, I’m skilled to lure you into my bed.