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Now as Heaven is my Lot they're the Pests of the Nation	A
Wherever they can come	B
With clankum and blankum	B
'Tis all Botheration Hell Damnation	A
With fun jeering	C
Conjuring	C
Sky staring	C
Loungering	C
And still to the tune of Transmogrification	A
Those muttering	C
Spluttering	C
Ventriloquogusty	D
Poets	E
With no Hats	F
Or Hats that are rusty	D
They're my Torment and Curse	G
And harass me worse	G
And bait me and bay me far sorer I vow	H
Than the Screech of the Owl	I
Or the witch wolf's long howl	I
Or sheep killing Butcher dog's inward Bow wow	H
For me they all spite an unfortunate Wight	D
And the very first moment that I came to Light	D
A Rascal call'd Voss the more to his scandal	J
Turn'd me into a sickle with never a handle	J
A Night or two after a worse Rogue there came	B
The head of the Gang one Wordsworth by name	B
Ho What's in the wind ' 'Tis the voice of a Wizzard	D
I saw him look at me most terribly blue	K
He was hunting for witch rhymes from great A to Izzard	D
And soon as he'd found them made no more ado	K
But chang'd me at once to a little Canoe	K
From this strange Enchantment uncharm'd by degrees	L
I began to take courage hop'd for some Ease	L
When one Coleridge a Raff of the self same Banditti	K
Past by intending no doubt to be witty	K
Because I'd th' ill fortune his taste to displease	L
He turn'd up his nose	M
And in pitiful Prose	M
Made me into the half of a small Cheshire Cheese	L
Well a night or two past it was wind rain hail	N
And I ventur'd abroad in a thick Cloak veil	N
But the very first Evening he saw me again	A
The last mentioned Ruffian popp'd out of his Den	A
I was resting a moment on the bare edge of Naddle	N
I fancy the sight of me turn'd his Brains addle	N
For what was I now	H
A complete Barley mow	B
And when I climb'd higher he made a long leg	C
And chang'd me at once to an Ostrich's Egg	C
But now Heaven be praised in contempt of the Loon	A
I am I myself I the jolly full Moon	A
Yet my heart is still fluttering	C
For I heard the Rogue muttering	C
He was hulking and skulking at the skirt of a Wood	K
When lightly brightly on tip toe I stood	K
On the long level Line of a motionless Cloud	K
And ho what a Skittle ground quoth he aloud	K
And wish'd from his heart nine Nine pins to see	K
In brightness size just proportion'd to me	K
So I fear'd from my soul	N
That he'd make me a Bowl	N
But in spite of his spite	K
This was more than his might	K
And still Heaven be prais'd in contempt of the Loon	A
I am I myself I the jolly full Moon	A

Samuel Taylor Coleridge

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