03-12-2015, 03:18 PM
(03-12-2015, 02:54 PM)lacan123 Wrote: A Modest Proposal
My Lady:
If I on penitent knee should bend
(My visage long with sorrow)
Would then my Lady condescend
To blow me in the ‘morrow?
Sir:
I find myself not so inclined
Toward your mooted notion;
I regret the morning will not find
My head bowed in devotion.
My Lady:
Fortunate he, who has no qualms
With solitary aberration;
But rather celebrates the charms
Of autoerotic asphyxiation.
Lines 1, 7, 9, 12 aren't iambic tetrameter (fem ends on even lines are just fine).
all this useless beauty... but what the hell, why not?

