A dreaded sunny day
So I meet you
at the cemetry gates
Keats and Yeats are
on your side
A dreaded sunny day
So I meet you
at the cemetry gates
Keats and Yeats are
on your side
While Wilde is on mine
So we go inside and
we gravely read the stones
All those people all those lives
Where are they now
With loves and hates
And passions just like mine
They were born
And then they lived
And then they died
It seems so unfair
I want to cry
You say Ere thrice the sun done salutation
to the dawn
And you claim these words
as your own
But I've read well and
I've heard them said
A hundred times
maybe less maybe more
If you must write prose poems
The words you use
should be your own
Don't plagiarise or take on loan
'Cause there's always
someone somewhere
With a big nose who knows
And who trips you up and laughs
When you fall
Who'll trip you up and laugh
When you fall
You say Ere long done do does did
Words which could only
be your own
And then produce the text
From whence was ripped
Some dizzy whore 1804
A dreaded sunny day
So let's go
where we're happy
And I meet you
at the cemetry gates
Oh Keats and Yeats are
on your side
A dreaded sunny day
So let's go
where we're wanted
And I meet you
at the cemetry gates
Keats and Yeats are
on your side
But you lose
'Cause weird lover
Wilde is on mine