'Tiger, tiger, my mistake,
I thought that you were William Blake'
Don't know where this couplet comes from but it has always been one of my faves along with Ogden Nash (may very possibly be his). My memory is patchy at best but check him out for yourself if you are not already a fan.
I'll leave you with the probably mis-remembered misogynist ditty...
'Curses on him on mutters as the evening waxes moister,
If only he'd eaten the woman, if only he'd married the oyster'
Have a poetic day.
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