The Ulyad

Sing to me, O Muse, 
but not of Wand'ring Jews,
nor Ulysses, late of Troy,
nor Anchises and his boy. 

Sing of one instead 

who never leaves his bed 
and yet contrives to find 
whole cosmoi -- in his mind. 

A LA-Z-BOY Madgellan 

(please overlook my spellin'),

this poetaster Poe 

is maestro of bon mots. 

Instead of "wine-dark seas," 

he writes of "bathtub gins." 

No "rosy-fingers," please.

Just "one more day begins." 

If "Arma et virum" he'd crow, 

he's just misquoting Cicero. 

When he's heard keening "bean-green boats," 

recall: it's Lear our man misquotes. 

     more to come