A curse I caston Julia Moore,
A half-breed literary hoor;
With all the wit and rhyme, you know,
Of a bowl of day-old cookie dough.
Her grace and rhythm, style and wit
Appealing are as rhino shit
And if she'd made her poems more pretty,
I'd not have made remarks so shitty.
So, leave her musings in the bog,
Replacing Sears' catalogue!