Samuel Taylor Coleridge, please forgive me for fucking up the final verse of your great poem Kubla Khan
An Asia Sailor with a bottle,
In a vision once I saw:
He was held by a Filipina maid,
And on his heart, she played,
Singing of a night of love,
Could he revive within him
Her symphony and her song
Of such deep desire would win him
That with loving sweet and long
And all who should see them there,
And all should cry Beware! Beware!
Her flashing eyes, her flowing hair!
Wove a circle around him thrice,
And he closed his eyes with holy dread,
For he on Honey-ko’s love hath fed,
And drunk of the milk of paradise.