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).
a brightly colored fungus that grows in bark inclusions

