A Victorian lady, Miss Hopper,
Heard some verses she thought most improper.
With a gasp of dismay,
She fainted away
Before anybody could stop her.
Cried a fellow named cummings (e.e.),
"An iconoclast-poet I'll be!
I'll shun punctuation
And blind imitation."
He did, and astounded are we.
The Democrat William J. Bryan
Had a voice like the roar of a lion.
Though for speeches respected
He was never elected
But 'twas not for the lack of his tryin'.
William Blake, the engraver and poet,
Was a genius--his many "Songs" show it.
His dichotomous verse--
(A blessing? or curse?)
Well, it's something profound, and we know it.
Monsieur Descartes (prenom Rene)
In his own philosophical way
Over tea, bread, and jam,
Cried, "I think, so I am!"
Which we ought to remember today.
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