Q: I remember a poem that went something like this:
(Something something) are modern poets a delight
They only write what they will read and only read what they will write.
And thus they resemble those certain rare birds
who drink their own pee and eat their own turds
and leave it to others what purpose is served.
A: The poem (titled “A Cute Poem”) is from the September 1979 (Fall Potpourri) issue, part of an article called “P.J.’s Potpourri”, by P.J. O’Rourke.