Wilma, Wilma, in Thy Blouse

If poets wrote poems whose titles were anagrams of their names….(via Shot by both sides)

Likable Wilma
by William Blake

Wilma, Wilma, in thy blouse,
Red-haired prehistoric spouse,
What immortal animator
Was thy slender waist’s creator?

When the Rubble clan moved in,
Was Betty jealous of thy skin,
Thy noble nose, thy dimpled knee?
Did he who penciled Fred draw thee?

Wilma, Wilma, burning bright, ye
Cartoon goddess Aphrodite,
Was it Hanna or Barbera
Made thee hot as some caldera?

nice smug me
by e.e. cummings

this here verse’s
disjunct
     i used to
     stick to regular metered
                    poetry
now i write onetwothreefourfive
poemsjustlikethat
                       Jesus

but this is simple work
        and what i want to know is
how much am i going to get paid for this
mister editor

And finally, a haiku by Basho:

Has B.O.

Swamp mist, eyes water—
Why is that monk still wearing
Winter robes in June?

Dylan Thomas is pretty good as well.