Why do I have to read you
When you are so hard to comprehend?
Do you have to be so ambiguous
When those that will read you are mortals?

The thirst to enjoy you,
Forces me to my dictionary.
Even if I need something to relax with,
Not with Oxford, Chambers or Webster,
Not Encyclopedia either.

Alas you! Gone are the days
When only your audience are poets and critics,
Gone are the days when students study you
Like the cross section of a rabbit.
For the time has come
When you shall be read in a caf