Hypocorism
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`I shall abjure thee, lovely muse, Erato,
Not for thyself, but only the Republic--'
Thus spoke the stern and squint-browed poet Plato,
Who burnt his verses for being overslick.
The character of Plato's expertise,
Asserted by himself, remains unknown,
Just as the dialogues of Socrates
Must stand by trust of him and Xenophon.
With such a coy and shifty mind the gem-lock
Of Western thought's treasure, who does not fear
As with his verse, that Plato schemed the hemlock,
To shroud another shame in phony tears?
Yes, Plato's quite as bad as You-Know-Who--
And never call my sonnet Clerihew!
Not for thyself, but only the Republic--'
Thus spoke the stern and squint-browed poet Plato,
Who burnt his verses for being overslick.
The character of Plato's expertise,
Asserted by himself, remains unknown,
Just as the dialogues of Socrates
Must stand by trust of him and Xenophon.
With such a coy and shifty mind the gem-lock
Of Western thought's treasure, who does not fear
As with his verse, that Plato schemed the hemlock,
To shroud another shame in phony tears?
Yes, Plato's quite as bad as You-Know-Who--
And never call my sonnet Clerihew!