“Happy 325, Alexander Pope!” (5/21/1688) [by Anthony Madrid via Facebook] [corrected by Chris Crawford]

ALEXANDER POPE  (5/21) 

She’s weepin’ inurr Poarridge,
Creyin’ inurr SOUP:

An’ naebody’s there 

To wape urr Tairs,

Etsept for Alikzandurr POOP.


She’s bocked intae a Cairner;

She’s come to the Aynd o’ urr ROOP:

An’ hü should be the Hongman if naw

For Alikzandurr POOP.


Tha’ Soon of a Divvel’s gawturr!

Ah dinna ha she’ll COOP:

For she ga’ praignant wi’ a Dawtair

An’ the Father is Alikzandurr POOP.


An’ the fainal Vairse ’ll tell yaboot
Tha Deeth o’ urr last HOOP:

For tha Beebee hath coomootuvvair an’ it looks
Like Alikzandurr POOP.
 

Alikzandurr Poop!
 
Alikzandurr Poop!!
Naebody’s there

To wape urr Tairs,
Etsept for ALIKZANDURR POOP.

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