take and read, contemporary poetry edition...

     From the fantastical poem, 'Lord Byron's Foot,' by one George Green, comes this final stanza.

It’s best if we just contemplate your bust,

a bust by Thorvaldson or Bartolini, 

and why is that you ask, and why is that? 

So no one has to see your friggin’ foot,
your foot, your foot, your clomping monster foot,
your foot, your foot, your foot, your foot, your foot!

Is that not hilarious? Do read the whole thing. You might also want to pick up Green's book as well..