On reading her critique of a laureate's book
Candy Elvis
(Not the Presley one)
Writes poems of time and bliss
She sees no need to atone.
Taking an author by the ears
And addressing her concern
Which well might bring to the eyes, some tears
For she teaches, what all should learn.
For she is not forgiving
When she discovers that there is no sense
To spend time in reading
A poem, or book for which coins have been misspent.
So cast out the author
And go to sleep
The writing is perhaps for another
But surely not bo-peep.
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On reading her critique of a laureate's book Candy Elvis (Not the Presley one) Writes poems of time and bliss She sees no need to atone. Taking an author by the ears And addressing her concern Which well might bring to the eyes, some tears For she teaches, what all should learn. For she is not forgiving When she discovers that there is no sense To spend time in reading A poem, or book for which coins have been misspent. So cast out the author And go to sleep The writing is perhaps for another But surely not bo-peep. s s