I don't really recall much of it but
Li Po tells me there was a night in my life
When I was irresistibly charming and
Also quite drunk so he and Basho
And Henry James Pye propped me against
The candy machine on the third floor landing;
Everyone who passed had no choice but
To acknowledge how charming I was. You,
Unfortunately, took the elevator that night and
Never saw me at my most enchanting. Li Po
Shrugs and says it was too bad and Basho tells me
That this world of dew is, after all, a world of dew
And Henry James Pye, who put me to bed,
Says the bitter sorrow of finding he was,
Bar one, the very worst of all poet laureates
Was somewhat mitigated by the generous salary
Parliament had attached to the position.
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