3/12/2013
Fame
Asked the poet with foreboding
“I’ve constructed in an hour
Sixteen lines of perfect wording,
Perfect scan and perfect rhythm
To delight the young and old,
And I’ll wager in the future
My collected works get sold
For a fortune”. – “That may be so,”
Said the lady serving tea,
“In the meantime do remember
They are only read by me!”
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