Literary Lovin'

I'll F. Scott Your Fitzgerald if you'll Phillip K. my Dick

And if you find that crass, my dear, you best stop reading quick

I want to Ezra Pound you. You make my Oscar Wilde

You'll be be E. E. Cumming like a wildebeest with child

It won't be Swift, instead, Thoreau

I'll Pynchon every part, and so

When long at last your heart is won

There sure will be some Dicken,son

-Sam