Two Of A Kind

There was once a young poet in France

Who wanted to go to his ance,

     He hadn’t the fare

     To pay his way thare

And so he went off in a trance.

There was also a poet in Sweden,

Who dashed off some very rank readen;

     The town rose en-masse

     And told him quite sasse

To at once change the life he was leeden.

c. May 2 – 7, ’04 (?)