POETS
Blake was chosen keeper,
For careful hands had he
Yeats the classic sweeper
And Keats at number three
Whitman wore the five shirt
With Masefield to his right
Thus they had a back line
Of energy and might
Rimbaud had been brought in
At quite enormous cost
To complement the midfield
Of Byron, Burns and Frost
Up front two boyhood heroes
Whom I revere today
The tortured Wilfred Owen,
The brilliant Thomas Gray
And so it became clear to me
When first I entered Heaven
That I would have to go somewhat
To make the First Eleven.
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