‘They fuck you up’ would prove your Innisfree
You’d said, before the poem then famously
Became your tagline to posterity—
The bee-loud verse that all can quote with glee
And all they know about your poetry.
Though kids remain the one sure guarantee
That one becomes the butt of parody,
Perhaps you should have changed your homily,
To, “Get out now and leave no progeny.”
Frank
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-- Frank
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