Well Brahms and Liszt
came to mind.
You all require a 'poe' but not an edgar Allan,
A touch of 'Frost' and bobs your uncle.
It raised a Brow but not an Elizabeth Barrett.
Yours Words-worth little but who knows,
your fame could be a Cummings.
Your trying Hard-y and even Tennyson
But your driving Oscar Wilde.
You could Donne your cap to John.
Could be one in the Bysshe for Shelley.
A Tolkien of your affection for J R.
Burns the word for your poems.
Leave them in the Grave-s said Robert.
Don't Nash your teeth or Leer.
It is just us being silly.
If you doll with pin is not called
Millay then leave in John Browns
grave just moldering away.
LJI.
© Couldn't resist... Monkey and all that... LOL.
I think you did well, actually,
But you could higher your thought area and object of your desires.