O,
would I were*
A poet great
With
loads of hair
Both long and straight.
What
poems glad,
What heights I’d strike
If
I but had
Hair poet-like!
Alas!
Alas!
My fate should be
So
second class,
In poetree!
No
bard would dare
To think him great,
Who
has a bare
And shiny pate.
March
31, ‘10
*Pronounced “wair”
(flip side)
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