Just Asking

Do they still hail thee bright spirit who walks in beauty like the night?
Compare thee to a summer's day who was a phantom of delight?
Does boy still stand on burning deck whilst all around have fled?
Does there-on still my captain lie fallen cold and dead?
Does Kubli Khan in Xanadu still live in pleasure dome?
And be it ever humble is there still no place like home?
Can one wander lonely as a cloud midst crosses row on row
While daffodils and poppies there still do dance and blow?
Do'st sweet Afton yet gently flow by the road to Mandalay?
Does Sally in our alley gather rosebuds while she may?
Will you drink to me only with thine eyes la belle dame sans merci?
Come live with me and be my love poor maiden Annabel Lee?
Is there still a love-knot plaited in the tresses of black-eyed Bess?
Is there yet a skeleton still in rudest armour dressed?
Are borogoves still mimsey-do vorpal blades still snicker snack?
Do they still cry "Excelsior!" when there's no turning back?
Do two roads diverge in yellow wood where nothing gold can stay?
Does Light Brigade still bravely charge into the battle fray?
Tell me- does Richard Corey still glitter when he walks?
And through forest primeval does bright burning tiger stalk?
Poets oft pay service to the avant garde experimental-
Forgetting all the while that there are some things fundamental.
So with heart and pen and art you'd build a new creation-
Before thou tops thy minaret best look to thy foundation.
Of couse you may dismiss me as a cantankerous old cuss-
And that will leave but we two - me and Ozymandias!