Tell the truth, but tell it slant.
Otherwise, you’ll get no grant.
The world is too much with us, late and soon.
It also dogs us in the afternoon.
She walks in beauty like the night,
But should turn on the bathroom light.
I wandered lonely as a cloud—
Which makes no sense, fer cryin’ out loud.
My life had stood—a loaded gun,
A scary thing, and not much fun
Shall I compare thee to a Chick-fil-A?
For thou art hot and tasty, and not gay.
After great pain, a formal feeling comes,
And thoughts of how to get back at those bums.