patiodog wrote:I fear that I cannot, good rabbit friend.
Troches and regular feet are quite beyond me.
But, faith, if I could speak my lust with all
The force with which it wells, I'd pen a pome
To make the devil blush.
.........................................But I am dumb.
"Dumb" he says, his words belying all
The silence he essays to claim!
Skill with trope and feet denying, "Maul
The metre and and the rhyme I'll maim!"
No harm awaits who breaks poetic laws,
And wabbits haven't feet, they've only paws......
