The last 4 lines need work, but I wanted to finish before I turn in for the night. Thoughts? Tear it up!
Romanticism in full swing
Your teacher’s nearly sweating
Wordsworth, Shelly, Coleridge, Keats,
What could be more sublime?
“Tell Shakespeare that the ode’s the thing,”
he said, himself forgetting.
“There’s nothing in this world that beats
the Ancient Mariner’s rime.”
He strides around the room, reciting.
His face looks like a beet
As he goes on about Grecian urns,
nightingales, and skylarks.
Winston finds this real exciting
He’s squirming in his seat.
But in his lap are other concerns
He’s furtively reading Marx.
