Toward the embellishment of my poetry's plain pen erudition Just my luck it turned out, the class aspired to be more about The various and sundry improvement of non-fiction's fiction And though I fancied a good time of polishing up my simple rhyme I was compelled to compose instead recondite boredom of historical line So, to make the best of a most dire and unfortunate situation I set my heart to broaden the thin scope of my piece-meal education By developing toward doctoral professorship of ivory-tower predilection Of twisting all that be true into a perverse Babylon of total fiction
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