Just HAD to look up James Whitcomb Riley - loved this prank he pulled when he was aching for notice and fame...maybe it backfired somewhat, but judging by the last line of this quote, he would have taken some satisfaction from this, I am sure.

http://www.indiana.edu/~liblilly/riley/exhibit.htm
Despite Longfellow's gentle support, rejection notices continued to plague Riley. Among friends he complained that all one needed to be published was an established reputation, that the merit of the poem counted for nothing. To prove his point, Riley wrote to John Henderson, editor of the Kokomo Dispatch, and requested Henderson's aid in perpetrating a literary hoax. A heretofore unknown poem by a well known writer was to be revealed. The gambit appealed to Henderson, who wrote to Riley stating that he was with him "boots and soul." A rapid exchange of letters between the two conspirators ensued. Riley supplied the poem, "Leonainie," written in the style of Edgar Alan Poe, and Henderson fabricated the circumstances of its discovery. "Leonainie" appeared in the August 3, 1877 issue of the Dispatch. Riley and Henderson sat back and waited.

The critics were not long in responding, verifying the authenticity of Poe's work and Riley's contention about publishing. William F. Gill, Poe's biographer, wrote to Henderson requesting to see the manuscript. Here was an unanticipated rub, but Samuel Richards, an artist and friend of Riley's, took a copy of Ainsworth's Dictionary and with watered down ink to simulate fading, copied "Leonainie" onto the fly leaf in Poe's hand. The prank was well established and Riley was inspired to write to Henderson "WHOOP!" But, as is often the case when too many individuals are privy to a secret, the deception began to unravel. On August 20, 1877 William Croan wrote to Riley warning him of the impending exposure. Riley was forced to admit his duplicity and endure a tidalwave of criticism from an incensed public. The hoax had backfired and brought Riley notoriety instead of admiration. He was fired from his position at the Anderson Democrat. Even after his confession a handful of critics upbraided the poet for claiming to be the author of a poem so obviously written by E. A. Poe.
Dorothy39 (wherever you is), I see whut ya mean!

http://www.poetry-archive.com/r/our_hired_girl.html

OUR HIRED GIRL

by: James Whitcomb Riley (1849-1916)

Our hired girl, she's 'Lizabuth Ann;
An' she can cook best things to eat!
She ist puts dough in our pie-pan,
An' pours in somepin' 'at's good an' sweet;
An' nen she salts it all on top
With cinnamon; an' nen she'll stop
An' stoop an' slide it, ist as slow,
In th' old cook-stove, so's 'twon't slop
An' git all spilled; nen bakes it, so
It's custard-pie, first thing you know!
An' nen she'll say,
"Clear out o' my way!
They's time fer work, an' time fer play!
Take yer dough, an' run, child, run!
Er I cain't git no cookin' done!"

When our hired girl 'tends like she's mad,
An' says folks got to walk the chalk
When she's around, er wisht they had!
I play out on our porch an' talk
To Th' Raggedy Man 'at mows our lawn;
An' he says, "Whew!" an' nen leans on
His old crook-scythe, and blinks his eyes,
An' sniffs all 'round an' says, "I swawn!
Ef my old nose don't tell me lies,
It 'pears like I smell custard-pies!"
An' nen he'll say,
"Clear out o' my way!
They's time fer work, an' time fer play!
Take yer dough, an' run, child, run!
Er she cain't git no cookin' done!"

Wunst our hired girl, when she
Got the supper, an' we all et,
An' it wuz night, an' Ma an' me
An' Pa went wher' the "Social" met,--
An' nen when we come home, an' see
A light in the kitchen door, an' we
Heerd a maccordeun, Pa says, "Lan'--
O'-Gracious! who can her beau be?"
An' I marched in, an' 'Lizabuth Ann
Wuz parchin' corn fer The Raggedy Man!
Better say,
"Clear out o' the way!
They's time fer work, an' time fer play!
Take the hint, an' run, child, run!
Er we cain't git no courtin' done!"

"Our Hired Girl" is reprinted from Complete Works. James Whitcomb Riley. Indianapolis: Bobbs-Merrill, 1916.