Posted for Teasy.
A budding poet I thought
Many a book on the subject bought
Yeats Barron just as good no doubt
Tis what I would top of my lungs shout
Words dribbled from every orifice
Though the words written paid a price
A wise sage gave me some advice
These words of dribble the sage said
Will I feel fill you with dread
So say’s he
Take up knitting instead