Pope, Byron, Blake
It’s a piece of cake
For my sake
To make
A mistake.
Shelley, Coleridge, Wordsworth
I think they’re worth
Their weight in Nerf
For surf
And turf.
Swift, Steel, Dickens
They are all chickens
If I had my pickins
It sickens
My lickins.
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