So Fair and Foul

Fri, 02/23/2018 - 11:08 -- j.g.

God, I hate the way that Shakespeare speaks,

Even though I studied him for weeks.

I can’t help feeling that I’m kind of lost,

I can’t even think of such a cost.

 

Looking at a board and writing down,

The things I won’t remember years from now,

At least I learned a thing and for the best,

The thing of iambic pentameter.

 

Iambic pentameter, you say like this

Hopefully none of the words you’ll miss

“When thou hold'st up thy hand: O, let me kiss

This princess of pure white, this seal of bliss!”

 

I think I may have made my point by now

It’s really quite good if you know how

To write in iambic pentameter

But don’t just stress over a single letter.

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How now, thou silly pug of slowèd rhyme?

What say thee for thyself in such a time?

Thou talkest blab and cannot understand

The ground that built the writing from thy hand;

O darst thou say much ill of Shakespeare,

And Iambic pentameter that you fear;

But come to me when slowèd rhyme doth say

That poetry is what you write today.

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