Lord Byron was master of verse
Whose wife found him quite too perverse
“It’s bad enough, mister,
You’re shagging your sister,
But in my rear entry is worse.”
A poet by name of Geoff Chaucer
Drank wine like a veteran saucer
Yet such was his verse
That milkmaid or nurse
Would open and smile, “Why of course sir.”
Said Sappho, “I don’t want to whinge,
“But lately I’m feeling a twinge
Of need for a man” –
Cried Plato, “I can!”
And munched on a muff diver’s minge.
Poor Oscar was caught in flagrante
With Ernest, whose clothes were quite scanty
Said Wilde, “To be frank,
I’m just having a wank,
While Ernie quotes Byron and Dante.”

