Yeats

Yeats goes up to the counter and has his trained falcon order his coffee for him. “Do you want regular or decaf?” asks the barista. “What??” asks the falcon.

"what are you going to do with a degree in english?" *suddenly a motorcycle gang bursts into the room, guns blazing* *dO ANY OF YOU PUNKS  KNOW ABOUT WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS, their leader screams* *and you know the moment has finally arrived* 

"I like to read biographies of dead poets." "Aren’t those a bit boring?" "You kidding me? Shelley died on a boat, Byron fucked everything that walked, and Yeats talked to dead people."

An important post: Yeats and Keats do not rhyme, and Poe’s middle name was Allan, not Allen.

But if you say Yeats wrong, I'll always forgive you.

Day Jobs of the Poets