Gentle Reader, April is National Poetry Month. As you may have guessed from my work I have a contentious relationship with poetry. Part of this has to do with my misspent youth. Some youths misspent their energy on crazy parties, doughnutting, cow tipping, you know. I wrote poetry. I am ashamed.
Nevertheless, here is my contribution to National Poetry Month, from Dimity in Curtsies & Conspiracies.
Dimity said, “I wrote him poetry!”
Preshea let go of the young lord and continued on with her conversation. Dingleproops brushed at the spot where her hand had been, straightening his jacket.
“Dimity,” Sophronia said, horrified by such an admission, “you didn’t give him the poetry, did you?”
“Certainly not.”
Sidheag tilted back in her chair, grinning. “Well, let’s hear it.”
“Oh, no. I don’t think that’s a good idea at all.” But Dimity was already dipping into her reticule and pulling out a scrap of paper. She gave it to Sidheag, who read it with a perfectly straight face, her tawny eyes dancing, and then passed it to Sophronia.
“My love is like a red red rose
occasionally he has a red red nose
he could keep me warm in the snows
I wager he has very nice toes.”
Sophronia could think of nothing to say except, “Oh, Dimity.”
So there you have it. Scared of poetry? Make it silly!
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Quote of the Day:
“The pen runs so easy when you have good ink, and smooth paper, and an easy desk to write on, and the consciousness of an audience of one, two or three hundred thousand readers.”
~ Around the Tea Table, by T. De Witt Talmage (1875)
Tags: CURTSIES & CONSPIRACIES, DEFY OR DEFEND
i thought it was Dimitry.