Byron bit me
Byron bit me when we met,
jumped, punched the air I stood in;
Lord, you sneak, who love to collect
the feats of your fist, put that in!
Say I'm shady, say I'm mad,
say that Yeats and Wordsworth hit me.
Say I'm writing gold, but add,
Byron bit me.
Sarah L Dixon NaPoWriMo Day 15 The parody poem sonnet tomorrow as day 16