Roll Over Lord Byron, the English Professors have taken over

Extract the sweetness of the rhyme

And the hot spice of immediacy

And bread with whole wheat esoteric metaphors

that you can’t understand without five years of

advanced English study


And taste the studious soup of good poetry

The drippy porridge of upright character

Grey and white like scholarly bodies

that never see the sun

Clumpy and mushy like the verse

that never got up to dance


Inventively insipid

It will make the most voluptuous orange a tidy

Literate affair

Consisting of measured and mannered aggregations

Of every constituent compound, from citric acid to orange

dye, except the


Is there a songster left.


Copyright, David Gottfried, 1996


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