(13 June 1865 – 28 January 1939 / County Dublin / Ireland)

To A Poet, Who Would Have Me Praise Certain Bad Poets, Imitators Of His And Mine

YOU say, as I have often given tongue
In praise of what another's said or sung,
'Twere politic to do the like by these;
But was there ever dog that praised his fleas?

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Terrible verbal interpretation of the poem. Please get someone who can read it with feeling.