How meretricious this must seem to you
You, of beauty, of inveterate light!
The cloying harps of an obsequious tune
Feeble courtiers in black and white
Most poems, they espouse mendacity
Where frizzy barbs are tousled manes
One about you, in modest veracity
Would put them all to misery and shame
Pray tell me! Milady! Speak now!
'ere long this obstreperous heart will burst
Break your obdurate vow right now!
These furtive glances sate no mortal's thirst
Speak, milady! Speak now!
I have run out of words abstruse
Turn that upturned nose to the ground
Can we now declare a truce?
You, of beauty, of inveterate light!
The cloying harps of an obsequious tune
Feeble courtiers in black and white
Most poems, they espouse mendacity
Where frizzy barbs are tousled manes
One about you, in modest veracity
Would put them all to misery and shame
Pray tell me! Milady! Speak now!
'ere long this obstreperous heart will burst
Break your obdurate vow right now!
These furtive glances sate no mortal's thirst
Speak, milady! Speak now!
I have run out of words abstruse
Turn that upturned nose to the ground
Can we now declare a truce?
Well... maybe a little romance is what will do the trick. Our foolish knight has obviously done something typical and foolish, so the fair maiden says, and I quote, "Hmph!" and leaves, turning her nose to the skies. Our knight, though well meaning and romantic, is inarticulate. Luckily for him, there happens to be a thick book with an aura of iridescent hues right on the table. Opening the curiously titled 'Barrons', he picks out a few words at random, and garbles them in a pleasant meter, in the hopes of cheering up the fickle minded young lady. I leave it to you to determine the answer to that knightly proposition.
Before you get ideas, the role of yours truly is strictly of a bard. Galloping around on horses wearing metal underwear while wooing asphyxiated (and as a consequence) buxom babes never has appealed (or even occurred) to me.
Before you get ideas, the role of yours truly is strictly of a bard. Galloping around on horses wearing metal underwear while wooing asphyxiated (and as a consequence) buxom babes never has appealed (or even occurred) to me.
2 comments:
finally a poem dat was understandable! And iridescent hues?? as far as i rem its only a turqoise blue and white!! with maroon writing i think! buxom BABES?? *gags* u had to spoil the air of romance with dat word, however unappealing?? lol did the lady call for a truce??
Hey, its fantasy. I'll ask the lady n gent involved and get back to you.
And, you never heard of a corset? *rolls eyes* The worlds lamest invention. Ever.
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