I do like to try my hand at this sort of of poetry from a long-gone era! Can't you just imagine some pale and wan ( they're always pale and wan ) swan-necked swain swooning with desire for his haughty, cool lover? Or some wale and pan, long-haired ( they're always long-haired, greasy too, I bet ) poet languishing in his draughty garret, penning this heart-wrenching load of old codswallop to his bird. And she, on receipt of what may well prove to be his last plea for mercy, sniffing disdainfully,... Sign in to see full entry.