09-11-2011, 11:22 AM
So we've met before fair lady of the night.
Were you wearing any cloths, or was it just the light,
that shone from yonder window's fallen jewel?
i aspect you think me full of browning's stool
and know that Shakespeare came from much later climes.
Paradise flowed from milton's nib to chime
onslaught of the less romanticeptic bear.
The later twats, like Byron, Shelly, and John Clare
then began the art of writing coy and trite.
Beauty, heart, and loves they held were such a sight
With starry this, widest that, and deepest tho's,
they assuaged our senses with candescent blows.
Now, many poets use the same exact words
and follow blind, like some large poetic herd.
the pentameter's shot to shit :Blush:
Were you wearing any cloths, or was it just the light,
that shone from yonder window's fallen jewel?
i aspect you think me full of browning's stool
and know that Shakespeare came from much later climes.
Paradise flowed from milton's nib to chime
onslaught of the less romanticeptic bear.
The later twats, like Byron, Shelly, and John Clare
then began the art of writing coy and trite.
Beauty, heart, and loves they held were such a sight
With starry this, widest that, and deepest tho's,
they assuaged our senses with candescent blows.
Now, many poets use the same exact words
and follow blind, like some large poetic herd.
the pentameter's shot to shit :Blush: