Doctor Gradus has a mission:
D.H. Lawrence sweeten up
If Milton is great but all fiction
D.H. Lawrence is Star Wars.
Acting out like Saint Tobias,
He picks up an anecdote
Wrapping up his blatant bias
In an alien envelope:
An enlightened friend of his
In that old and nerdy class
Said befuddled Lawrence rhymes
But isn´t deserve all that jazz.
Dr. Gradus leads the liar
Thru Yellow Brick Road to the stake
Promising him with his lyre
A cabin of chocolate
-To keep him meek
And confident like a sheep -
Like Abraham with Isaac
In the road to Moriah.
The execution was easy next morning.
The last words of D.H. were - while burning -
“Whilst smelling my flesh barbecuing
I appreciate sir, you´re in mourning.”
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