Classic Poem

D OCTOR'D by Bacon and Montaigne
My eyebrows may sprout forth again,
Worne by hard rubbing to make out
Plato's interminable doubt.
Around him were some clever folks
Until they stumbled into jokes;
Incontinent I quitted these
To stroll with Aristophanes.
I'd rather sup on cold potato,
Than on a salmi cookt by Plato,
Who, always nice but never hearty,
Says Homer shall not join the party.