Swift was sweet on Stella; 
Poe had his Lenore; 
Burns' fancy turned to Nancy 
And a dozen more. 

Poe was quite a trifler; 
Goldsmith was a case; 
Byron'd flirt with any skirt 
From Liverpool to Thrace. 

Sheridan philandered; 
Shelley, Keats, and Moore 
All were there with some affair 
Far from lit'rachoor. 

Fickle is the heart of 
Each immortal bard. 
Mine alone is made of stone- 
Gotta work too hard.