Thanks for the help and the inspiration John, this is what I'm putting in;
The Name (hate men)
While Seamus Heaney, aha, eyes menu,
Lewis Carroll sees crawlies roll it,
Alfred Lord Byron forlornly badder, knew
it was he and TS Eliot stole it.
I'm sweaty Lily,moaned Willy Yeats, and what
a caloric dump!, Padraic Colum agreed,
Ay, a scrotal twister, said Sir Walter Scott,
we eat rubber bison said Robbie Burns, indeed.
As C.S. Caverly lets calves cry,
Charles Causley casually cheers
letting Sylvia Plath (a vital sylph) buy
dinner, Ogden, a hen’s gonad, Nash, leers.
“Timely vandals!” says Edna St V Millay,
then lechery yelps came from Percy Shelley.
Turn cartwheels Tom asked Charlotte Mews, OK?
When Romeo Moore, cried not on your nelly!
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