He knew he would be famous one day,
So he thought as he ate cheeze and crackers,
Bowl of rice and mustard on the side
So he thought as he did not even bother
To verify with Spell Check
Did not bother with any sort of Thesaurus
(What's that? A sort of dinosaur?)
For he knew plenty of words
Known to hit hard and impress, like shit and fuck.
Yes, one day Poet Laureate he would be.
For a start.
Edmund Spencer? Who's that?
Molière? That's a sort of goat milk, ain't it?
He always asked not to be disturbed
As he was soooo heavily busy