Well, I think this fulfils the requirements for the revised competition. It also addresses the problem Bill Greenwell mentioned about making the poem fit the title. It has the drawback of being libellous (though I am told you cannot libel the dead) and I particularly regret the calumny on Gavin Ewart, but I am sure his shade will forgive me. If anyone spots that any anagram is wrong, be a dear and point it out.
The Name
Shelley, hell yes, what a rude boy!
Hopkins gets to screw posh kin.
Auden wants to stroke a nude boy
Keats takes sex-crazed lodgers in.
Enright likes one nighter sport.
Shadwell (welsh lad) buggers boylets.
Porter is of bad report.
Eliot (T.S.) lurks in toilets.
Arnold rogers Landor’s daughter.
Rochester thinks her corset hot.
Ewart’s name was writ in water.
Shakespeare’s name was not.
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