Ezra Pound and T.S. Eliot and Virginia Woolf
Three poets at war in the captain's tow'er,
'Bout how to transform the commanding heights,
Below singers sing, fishermen hold flow'rs,
Laughing at the poets' love-driven fights.
Boys, come down with me from the windy top,
Yes, I know we'll have to go up again,
But please let's agree on a perm'nent stop,
To our unjust rule o'er women and men.
Ginny, we detest your bluestocking zeal,
We would rather be two sad elitists,
Let you and your kind disdain how we feel,
Let you triumph, let us be defeatists.
About our rule let's not make too much fuss,
They're lucky not to be crazy as us.
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