Poems of Inexperience and Wickedness: Arcadia, a parody of William Blake’s ‘London’

 Poems of Inexperience and Wickedness: Arcadia, a parody of William Blake’s ‘London’ [1]

I stride along this winding way

Nigh unto this mighty lake

And spot in all the heads I spy

Signs of cookies, signs of cake

In every game of every boy

In every young man’s cry of ‘dear’

In every laugh, in every joy

The voice of reason soundeth clear

How the preacher’s mighty call

Casts down the drunkard's winesodd’n inn

And the ruler’s spacious hall

A-fills with indigents within 

But most through midday roads I see

The sages’ wisdom passéd down

Unto the healthful children wee 

All seated in the grasses mown 

[1] Some literary parodies were attempted here, the success of which are up to the readers’ decision. The ‘Poems of Inexperience and Wickedness’ is a parody of Blake's collection, ‘Songs of Innocence and of Experience.’ The title ‘Arcadia’ is a juxtaposition of the poem ‘London.’ The noun itself refers to a rural utopia