English poem
The New Fiction
by G. K. Chesterton (1874–1936)
Little Blue-Fits has lost his wits, And doesn't know where to find them; Leave them alone and they'll come home, And leave their tales behind them.
The remarkable tales, with remarkable sales, And Bonnets and Bees in disorder; For the Bonnets we view are exceedingly Blue, And decidedly over the Border.