Really, John Keats,
Really?
All your whining Romantic
Imagery
Is starting to get on my nerves.
One more freaking
Nightingale
And I might lose my lunch.
Seriously.
And The Pot of Basil?
Eww!
Isabella can take her
Super-creepy potted head
Right to the hospital for the clinically
Insane,
Thanks.
If one more professor
Shoves the same lecture
Down my throat
About the static nature
Of that Grecian Urn
I may just jump
Out the window.
Can you say
Obsession with death
Much?
Ugh.
A thing of beauty may be
A joy forever,
But if I see you on one more syllabus
You’re not going to be beautiful
For much longer.
And that is all ye need to know.
*note: I kind of love John Keats, but this was fun
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