Today is 193 years since John Keats was struck and injured by a cricket ball. Although I (Evander) am no writer of odes—and being twenty-four hours past Saint Patrick’s Day—permit me to celebrate (poorly) the event via “County Limerick”:
There was once a poetriarch named Keats
To no author does he take a backseat:
Surely all ye agree
That no rhymster like me
Could knock the metaphors out from his cleats!