Post by storytime on Aug 26, 2006 10:35:28 GMT -5
I've BEEN to the mountain, and it threw stones at me.
But not before I was beleagured by the armies of Sir Stress and Mistress Meter. They fell upon me in the night, pierced me with arrows during the day, and cut me with their vorpal swords in the evening.
Then they cursed me as I slowly crawled away.
Then they stole from me, to wit:
Someone stole my anapest
they took my dimeter too;
they threw away my troche
and enjamed me in the loo!
They alliterated my strophe,
stuck my dactyl in a can,
gave me a female ending
and stuck a spondee in my iamb.
Someone call a Bobbie,
then notify the Yard!
This sort of thing is hurtfull,
I'm taking it very hard!
So I limp home, what's for supper?
and 
all
time for me 
echoes, hope you all are doing well 
