It has come to our attention that April is National Poetry Month.
Take a poet to lunch.
We wonder what it might cost
To have a drink with Robert Frost.
Or if we could go another round
With crazy, red-haired Ezra Pound
Or should we just continue tippling
With Nobel laureate Rudyard Kipling.
Time to eat, let's have spaghetti
With Dante Gabriel Rossetti
And also Lawrence Ferlinghetti;
You know there always are good eats
When you nosh down with the Beats.
Waiter, send more jugs of beer
For our buddy Edward Lear,
And another tub of Stilton
For the eminent John Milton.
And now a haunch of venison
Carved for Alfred, yes, Lord Tennyson.
But truly, if we had our say,
We'd spend the day with Miss Millay.
Saturday, April 8, 2017
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Wonderful poem, Mr. PD! I'd lift a glass with any one of them!
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