Us Potes

SWIFT was sweet on Stella;

Poe had his Lenore;

Burns' fancy turned to Nancy

And a dozen more.

Poe was quite a trifler;

Goldsmith was a case;

Byron'd flirt with any skirt

From Liverpool to Thrace.

Sheridan philandered;

Shelley, Keats, and Moore

All were there with some affair

Far from lit'rachoor.

Fickle is the heart of

Each immortal bard.

Mine alone is made of stone-

Gotta work too hard.

Franklin P. Adams