Swift was sweet on Stella; <br />Poe had his Lenore; <br />Burns' fancy turned to Nancy <br />And a dozen more. <br /> <br />Poe was quite a trifler; <br />Goldsmith was a case; <br />Byron'd flirt with any skirt <br />From Liverpool to Thrace. <br /> <br />Sheridan philandered; <br />Shelley, Keats, and Moore <br />All were there with some affair <br />Far from lit'rachoor. <br /> <br />Fickle is the heart of <br />Each immortal bard. <br />Mine alone is made of stone- <br />Gotta work too hard.<br /><br />Franklin P. Adams<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/us-potes/
