My true love's first present to me Was a partridge upon a pear tree By the end of the season He'd gone past all reason Who'll remove this brouhaha from me?
I wrote these two Yeatsian ones a few years ago; I forget what prompted them. Note: The correct pronunciation of Parnell puts the stress on the first syllable.
Come drink to a proud man called Parnell As mourning bells ring out their far knell None purer, nor fairer, Than his love for Eire— Than his love for Kit, none more carnal I once loved a lady named Maud Gone away now with a fraud I’ll sing my confusions With classic allusions And stop quick before you get bored