It was an Ancient Mariner
who went to Innisfree.
His name was Steve or Darren or
Horatio McGee.
He said, "I have an albatross!
My destiny awaits!
Has anybody come across
a poet named Bill Yeats?"
"That's me," a voice came booming back
from underneath the wattles.
The man then reached into a sack,
produced two whiskey bottles,
and said, "Come here, Horatio,
or is it Steve McGee?
I think I'll call you Darren, though.
Let's drink to Innisfree!"
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