Music (Spenserian Stanza III)
The cow of modern music chews his cud
Rehash, reheat, the songs and tunes clichéd,
He bite from earth the sweet and tasty sod
And swallow, wait, then spew, regurgitate,
The vomit in his mouth incriminate.
The bovine marvels wonder at the zest:
Think he much better vomit than clean slate;
Should be a crime to plagiarize digest.
This jolly tune of yours, have it such speckled dress?