Yes, real good. We've all improved on Keats, I'd say. Here's another that is unfortunately not funny, but the rhymes are there:
You ask me which is better, hills or plains?
I think about this question night and day.
I've lived in both, from both I've moved away,
And both have left their own peculiar stains
Upon my soul, their joys and yes, their pains.
Perhaps I'd choose the hills from March to May,
For springtime is the ideal time to play
At rolling down the slopes, and when it rains
I love to hear the raindrops in the leaves.
But summer months belong to burning suns
And corn protected in its husky sheaves.
I can't decide. On drawing my last breath,
Someday I'll say I cherished all my runs
Through hills and plains. And loved them both to death.
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