in days of old the poets told there poems with in a book
for all the world to see so they could take a look
they would tell of beauty and tigers burning bright
and of lots of beasties roaming through the night
they would tell of daffodils sat upon a hill
hosting close together sitting very still
there poems they are rememered and with us till this day
the poets from the past will never go away
they will stay forever till the end of time
the poets from the past who gave us there rhyme.