I think that I shall never eat A poem lovely as most cheese. A cheese whose hungry body is prest Against my taste buds, Mmmm – the best! A cheese that sits with God all day, And learns to sit, and sit, and age; A…

An ode by any other name would Still read just as obsequious Any great poet writes an epic ode Any praiseworthy topic will do! Wordsworth commended duty – Pope in high praise of solitude Keats was prolific at acclaiming the generally obscure; nightingales (his poetry…

There is a little flightless bird that lives in my paper. He has many friends and gets into many capers. He has a perpetual tuxedo complete with bow tie And he takes me back to a time when all was right. His laughter and tears…