I’ve just about madest up my mind to be
A poet such as Shakespeare and the rest
Of them big literary gents, and dressed
In velvet clothes, write up the things I see
In some grand style to show that Browning he
Hast been done up! And when plain folks request
My autograph, then, throwin’ out my chest,
I’llst make them wish that they wast great like me!
I’m tired dwellin’ midst surroundin’s where
Cheap things art always waitin’ to be done: