Odd Ode

I’m here to pen an Englished ode
and bugger up the form.
There’ll be no praise nor lyric mode
so might create a storm

‘mong poets who, in tripsy poesy dwelling,
first Urnified their Greeks with adulation
then tarted up the Sun to Glorious Birth:

poets’ odes that wobbled into jelling.
Those tacky flubs that should be on vacation
got flobbed our way - long gone from wordy worth.

Ref. stanza 2:
Keats, ‘Ode on a Grecian Urn;’
Wordsworth, ‘Ode: Intimations of Immortality from Recollections of Childhood.’