I may have taken too surrealist an axe to my entry to have any chance here...
There was an Ancient Mariner
Who went to Innisfree
To trade with other ghosts, his hosts,
In witty repartee.
In Xenia in Innisfree
They met upon the shore
And heard some extratextual ravens
Quething "Nevermore!"
"Ed Allan Poe, what dost thou here?"
Ask STC and Yeats;
"You weren't included in the task,
Wherefore these corvid traits?"
The Mariner sped home again,
Disgruntled and perplexed,
And left the markers of this contest
Summarily vexed.
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