This is not a form that I have the wit for—a friend had something up that relied on a complicated setup to get you a pun in the last line about "Putting his Horace before Descartes" or something like that. Because the preceding four lines were clunky, I tried reworking them, but made no headway in the exercise. Finally I gave up and popped this out. "It is what it is" may be the best to be said about it.
[His talents lay...]
His talents lay all with pastiche
But, no parvenu nor nouveau riche,
He found patrons would spare no
Cash for his Inferno—
He never reached heaven, capisce?
But, no parvenu nor nouveau riche,
He found patrons would spare no
Cash for his Inferno—
He never reached heaven, capisce?
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