Sonnets;

I praise their lack of epic length
For brevity on thought's behalf
Makes heaven's perfect paragraph
A burst of elocution strength
Like Roger Ramjet's proton pills,
For twenty atom bombs of power,
Or Hourman's athletic hour
Of concentrated hero thrills...
Which surely must involve some crack
Like Aphrodite's Grecian thong
That no doubt packs a kindred knack
To sirens singing siren song,
As a sailor's aphrodisiac...
Which I'm sure they swore took way too long!