Okay, speaking of Lord Byron's Don Juan, here is a site which has the full poem

http://www.lordbyron.cjb.com/works/donjuan/donjuan1.html

And here are some examples.

1. Most epic poets plunge "in medias res"
(Horace makes this the heroic turnpike road),
And then your hero tells, whene'er you please,
What went before -- by way of episode,
While seated after dinner at his ease,

2. Finding themselves so very much exceeded
In their own way by all the things that she did.

3. Her memory was a mine: she knew by heart
All Calderon and greater part of Lopé,
So that if any actor miss'd his part
She could have served him for the prompter's copy;
For her Feinagle's were an useless art,
And he himself obliged to shut up shop -- he
Could never make a memory so fine as
That which adorn'd the brain of Donna Inez.

Her favourite science was the mathematical,
Her noblest virtue was her magnanimity,
Her wit (she sometimes tried at wit) was Attic all,
Her serious sayings darken'd to sublimity;
In short, in all things she was fairly what I call
A prodigy -- her morning dress was dimity,
Her evening silk, or, in the summer, muslin,
And other stuffs, with which I won't stay puzzling.

Reminds me a bit of Gilbert & Sullivan's use of silly rhymes, on re-reading it.

Helen