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Some perhaps more fortunate poets will With greater ease urge their heeding quill, To tell in switching tones many juicy tales, Of love-aided treks and shipwrecked sails. Not so for this goofing lyricist whose Heart-felt lays Muse hesitates to aid. His adequately regaling yarns refuse To relay accounts by raw feeling said. While true impulse says song is sweet, His loth pen lies that such ditties cheat The listening heart with strange sights, With fake ideals set on fictious heights. Although unsullied emotion colors love As that rare thing that it has often been, His pabulum lines mar it with banal ink, Cladding in dross the slick gold unseen. The blundering odist displays want of skill, But let his themes not lose their latent thrill.