Frank E Gibbard Posted April 25, 2013 Share Posted April 25, 2013 Heard about this sonnet writer with this problem enumerate chap could not count up to fourteen. He gilded his verses with thees, thous and thines though he saw a poem of perfection reality fell a mite in between. No matter how exquisite wording might be they lacked the requisite number of lines. Frustrated he decided to switch his selected form but all the two line haikus and three line cinquains penned did not sadly conform to the poetry world's pedantic expectations. A quintissential piece of art he fathered he pared, the essence of romance caught he thought, down to minimum as this his curt couplet goes: "Shall I compare thee." "Oh!" readers retort not only plagiaristic but one vital essential line short "Couplet indeed! There's another wee bit," they snort, "needed," especially the Scots, "Rabbi'd hoot yer oot of our hoose you goose ay McGonigle hisself e'en he would be ashamed." Under kilts they were getting a bit hottish and unlikely to be able to sustain this strain of cod-Scottish any longer. Ah returning to the brief and with some relief, oh yes our amateur poet - remember if you will his enumeracy, well pentameter's all askew, wrote like in his legs he had three left feet or even four. Give a meter take a meter he was completely meritless, mixed metric and imperial and every useless metaphor. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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