'S Why
Grew up on Lear, Nash and Keats
's why I humour with solemn beats
Growing up on Kipling Blake
's why I'll always try write cake
Sassoon I'll make my Words worth
Owen Tenny son, all round
Deep in that Neruda earth
Hardy in Frost ground
I'll Shake speares, Rumi nate
Woll stone craft a...