Literary Lovin’

I’ll F. Scott your Fitzgerald if you’ll Phillip K. my Dick

And if you find that crass, m’dear, you best stop reading quick

I want to Ezra Pound you.  You make my Oscar Wilde

You’ll be be E.E. Cumming like a wildebeest with child

It won’t be Swift, instead Thoreau

I’ll Pynchon every part, and so

When long at last your heart is won

There sure will be some Dicken, son

Sam Kellett is a writer living in Los Angeles. Though his focus has been on writing for film and television, there's something about poetry that calls to him like a siren on the treacherous rocks of unemployment. In his free time, Sam enjoys reading good books, watching great movies, and sending random limericks to his friends and family.