Gerty wished to goodness she could read in Greek and Latin
And understand the pattern
Of the sillygistic form.
At home she’d hoped to hone her love of Homer
Agamemnon put her in a coma
And neither coaching nor my coaxing could reform.
Instead she upped all night with Ratty, Mole and Toad
With iambic pentameter she measured up the road
And bunkered for the storm.
With well-thought out stretching and phsycometric testing
And several hours of resting
She could not meet the form.
Grant Fenton 1988
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