I know you are all busy planting or getting ready for the weekend, and you're thinking, "How am I ever going to get my classic poetry reading done?"
I'm here to help. Famous poems reduced to limericks. First some Robert Frost
Stopping by the Woods on a Snowy EveningThere once was a horse-riding chap
Who took a trip in a cold snap
He stopped in the snow
But he soon had to go:
He was miles away from a nap.
Now some Wiliam Wordsworth.
I Wandered Lonely As a CloudThere once was a poet named Will
Who tramped his way over a hill
And was speechless for hours
Over some stupid flowers
This was years before TV, but still.
I feel deeper already.