Loved the Poe!
Here's one from me:
How odd to know Mr. Rossetti,
to dine at his house in Cheyne Walk,
where a wombat may eat your spaghetti
or a dormouse be found on your fork.
He will often invite you to dinner
and urge you to stay overnight.
He's a good host, this genial sinner,
but don't lend him money, all right?
He'll insist your you look at his pictures
of women with sandy red hair.
He may pop champagne corks at the fixtures
or lie on the sofa and stare.
He has translated verse from Italian.
His hair, growing thin, was once jetty.
He's really a thorough rapscallion --
how odd to know Mr, Rossetti!
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