Howard Firkin
(the flat pack poet)
You check, and everything is there, which means
that logically, it will all fit together.
It must, because there is no Swedish whether.
Things work. Things run to time. Well oiled machines
and people. Both. They work. And poems, too.
You have your subject: classical, of course.
You have your well trained academic friends
to bend their hex keys to support your ends.
You’re careful to make sure you note each source
(in case your readers aren’t well-read as you).

And bingo! There you have it: poem. Done.
An hour’s work, if that. You send it off.
You facebook friends: "It’s just a bit of fun :)"
And they adore it! Oh! *embarrassed cough*