A dreaded sunny day

so I meet you at the cemetry gates

Keats and Yeats are on your side

A dreaded sunny day

so I meet you at the cemetry gates

Keats and Yeats are on your side

while Wilde is on mine

So we go inside and we gravely read the stones

all those people all those lives

where are they now ?

with loves, and hates

and passions just like mine

they were born

and then they lived and then they died

which seems so unfair

and I wantr to crv

You say: "ere thrice the sun hath done salutation to the dawn"

and you claim these words as your own

but Im well-read, have heard them said

a hundred times (maybe less, maybe more)

if you must write prose/poems

the words you use should be your own

dont plagiarise or take "on loans"

there's alweays someone, somewhere

with a big nose, who knows

and who trips you up and laughs

when you fall

You say: "ere long done do does did "

words which could only be your own

you then produce the text

from whence was ripped

(some dizzy whore, 1804)

A dreaded sunny day

so let's go where we're happy

so I meet you at the cemetry gates

Keats and Yeats are on your side

A dreaded sunny day

so let's go where we're wanted

so I meet you at the cemetry gates

Keats and Yeats are on your side

but you lose

because Wilde is on mine