Classic Poem

Says he that a book or play
Merit hath, a crowd will say,
" Roller he of logs, the crook,
Thus to boost a play or book! "

Says he of some written stuff,
" This is hokum, bunk, and guff, "
" This, " they'll cry, " is merely spite! "
" You're a crab, " Anon will write.

Says he, " This is pretty fair, "
" He's afraid, " the folks declare.
" Lacks the nerve of his convictions;
Fears the publisher's restrictions. "

Critics of the books and play,
Heed not what the crowd will say.
Praise or wallop, rave or fuss. . . .
No one really cares a cuss.

Says he that a book or play
Merit hath, a crowd will say,
" Roller he of logs, the crook,
Thus to boost a play or book! "

Says he of some written stuff,
" This is hokum, bunk, and guff, "
" This, " they'll cry, " is merely spite! "
" You're a crab, " Anon will write.

Says he, " This is pretty fair, "
" He's afraid, " the folks declare.
" Lacks the nerve of his convictions;
Fears the publisher's restrictions. "

Critics of the books and play,
Heed not what the crowd will say.
Praise or wallop, rave or fuss. . . .
No one really cares a cuss.