Looks like a bumper crop for this one.
Two from Yeats - The Lake Isle of Innisfree
I will arise and go now, and go to Classroom 3,
and forty winks have there, while seated down the back;
for Farreller will drone on like a bumbling honey bee
about potatoes and how they once turned black.
And I shall have some peace there, for peace comes dropping slow.
Forty golden minutes till the lunchtime bell rings;
I hope that Finian Byrner doesn’t stab me in the toe
with one of those compassy things.
I will arise and go now, to Hist’ry I will stray,
to hear a lengthy soliloquy on famine lore;
while I lean back against the wall and drift away,
I hope he does not hear me snore.
He wishes for the cloths of heaven
Had I a pair of Nike Air Max runners,
incorporating tonal mesh and blue satin tongue,
the prince of all looped lace-eyelet runners,
beloved by the young, the old and the half-young,
I would leave them showily under your feet.
But I, being poor, have only second-hand Asics.
I have left my Asics under your seat.
Sniff lightly or you’ll smell my Asics.
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