A poet can’t be poem-bled
(an empty shell)
till Muse has fled.
A poet can’t be lost for words,
(a dried up well)
ignored by herds.
A poet can’t be wooed or won
(by witch’s spell)
it can’t be done!
A poet can’t be bribed or bought
(the truth to tell)
he’ll tell for naught!
A poet can’t be hushed by chains
(‘spite cage or cell)
his rhyme remains.
A poet can’t be poem-bled
(in poet’s hell)
till poet\'s dead!