Lightness of touch - like having a salad for lunch
is the impression one gets from his couplets
they sparkle with wit as the optics flit
from the story of Laura and Beppo
a kind of romantic Macflecknoe
I mean its satire that does conspire
with epic in short, as targets are sought
in comparison Venice and London
the latter is left wanting, the former
paradise for those who first peruse
will be swept away panting for more
by Byron's brilliant use of rhyme
he takes liberties with metre and form
tests our faculties with ease and no harm
but can we multitask and bear in mind
all those extras like soy, Harvy left behind?
Can we at this break-neck pace stay in one piece
Or in the transportation from A to B
seek only trivia that lay in his poetry?
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