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Franklin P. Adams (1881-1960)
Us Potes
Swift was sweet on Stella;
Poe had his Lenore;
Burns' fancy turned to Nancy
And a dozen more.
Poe was quite a trifler;
Goldsmith was a case;
Byron'd flirt with any skirt
From Liverpool to Thrace.
Sheridan philandered;
Shelley, Keats, and Moore
All were there with some affair
Far from lit'rachoor.
Fickle is the heart of
Each immortal bard.
Mine alone is made of stone –
Gotta work too hard.
The above poem can be found for example in:
Adams, Franklin, P. In Other Words.
Garden City, NY: Doubleday, Page, & Company, 1912.
Phillips, Louis, ed. The Random House Treasury of Light Verse
New York: Random House, 1995.
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