Written Reality: Poetry: At the Reincarnation of Byron

At the Reincarnation of Byron

by Andrea M. Newton

Run for the hills, ladies dear,
Lord Byron's been reincarnated!
And, oh, my loves, I sadly fear
His lust will never be sated.
How many now has he taken to bed,
In this life and in the other?
Incessantly must his desire be fed --
Quickly now, send him another!
I just can't believe, Byron, my dear,
How you never seem to get tired!
What magical drug gave you the strength
To bed all the women round here?
Has the devil himself kept you fired
To roll ladies at such a great length?

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