A Modest Proposal (Meter Discussion)

[Brownlie]

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.

While the last line is exact it seems to throw off the rhythm. This is a satire of a satire. But I guess you could argue that this is the apotheosis of man's life.  Bang bang whimper and that sort of thing.