not I
In sooth sirrah,
twas not I.
For in truth,
With not a sigh
Of literatures tortures
Upon me, I fly
As an English teacher...Hurrah
In its vestigages
Most maganamous,
Its characters trecherous,
It has a purity of word,
Both of power and nigh absurd
Frivolity. I apologize
If my you find the meter terse,
For tis not as great as the Bard's own verse.