Nice one Christina. I can only repeat what others have already said.
Best wishes, Mike
--- Alkuperäinen viesti ---
Knock Knock
In heaven's Writers' Bar the booze is free -
Herrick's preoccupied with holy hops
and Pushkin's pulled the barman on his knee
while Keats is plastered, supping up the slops.
He's done with scribbling, just as Donne's done too -
they've had a bellyful of rhyme and verse.
Fitzgerald says the whole thing's deja vu
but Willie reckons it was all a curse.
The Metaphysicals are in the john -
a Welshman with DTs - stuck in the bowl.
Sir Sidney's starkers (really - nothing on)
fixating at the mirror - bless my soul!
But Jonson's bored - he's sick and tired of men...
Knock, knock - an angel - 'Hi, I'm Aphra, Ben...'
christina fletcher
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