Ode to a poets nightingale

Dear John have you heard Keats Song
Not only a host of drinks
She is the queen of toasts
She challenges the locals
They fall under and lay on top
Losers Keats muses
Come new foreigners
Alas the old are nought
More cannon fodder
I sing aloud For I care
Not who they are
With food and drink
I will lay them asunder
Come one Come All
High High and Higher!!