English poem
A PICKBRAIN.
by Ambrose Bierce (1842–1914)
What! imitate me, friend? Suppose that you With agony and difficulty do What I do easily—what then? You've got A style I heartily wish I had not. If I from lack of sense and you from choice Grieve the judicious and the unwise rejoice, No equal censure our deserts will suit— We both are fools, but you're an ape to boot!