Broken SmARTISTS
It be not hard to speaketh like the Bard
only impossible if you keep to your yard
Speling, however, is anothyr mater
when writing akin to Walter Pater
Oar Mornington Crescent, not sooner butt latter
Forsooth, poor Will did try so hard
Yet Burnsy plaid love's reddest card
While cryeing tears lyke to allygater
With onion in hand, not potater
His lines all now a ruined shard
| Contributors: | Kansas Sam, casey, Beefy, clever, keith c, fatty. |
| Poem finished: | 20th March 2003. |