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How hard can it be?
Written by: Sir Verrucht Dawyn, Hand of Neraeos
Date: Saturday, November 23rd, 2013
Addressed to: Everyone
Sitting down in my office, I try to decide,
What rhyme scheme to use, what couplets to write.
If I screw up, I feel that they will deride,
I must ensure that my poem is right.
Rhyming write with right? Good job, you tool.
You're beginning to look like a hell of a fool.
Oh crap, I just went from ABAB to AABB...
Maybe nobody noticed! Okay, now let's see.
Nope I got nothing, I'm clueless as hell.
This is totally not going that well.
Let's keep to the scheme and let's keep to the rhyme
But now I just wonder, how screwed is my meter?
Oh great now it's AABC,
I'm all the over the place
This just can't quite be
You can tell by these lines
That I've just given up.
I want to get to the end
To some kind of conclusion,
But nothing is working
There is no letter collusion.
So now I just scribble,
My quill free and flowing.
My handwriting is crap
My skill less than glowing.
I just sought to succeed
At creating some beauty.
But it's just best
To go back to my duties.
I've seen some good poems
And this really ain't it.
It's quite a bit closer
To poetical sh--...
I think I'll turn away, and return to the Sea...
I don't think poetry stuff is for me.
Penned by my hand on the 5th of Sarapin, in the year 641 AF.
How hard can it be?
Written by: Sir Verrucht Dawyn, Hand of Neraeos
Date: Saturday, November 23rd, 2013
Addressed to: Everyone
Sitting down in my office, I try to decide,
What rhyme scheme to use, what couplets to write.
If I screw up, I feel that they will deride,
I must ensure that my poem is right.
Rhyming write with right? Good job, you tool.
You're beginning to look like a hell of a fool.
Oh crap, I just went from ABAB to AABB...
Maybe nobody noticed! Okay, now let's see.
Nope I got nothing, I'm clueless as hell.
This is totally not going that well.
Let's keep to the scheme and let's keep to the rhyme
But now I just wonder, how screwed is my meter?
Oh great now it's AABC,
I'm all the over the place
This just can't quite be
You can tell by these lines
That I've just given up.
I want to get to the end
To some kind of conclusion,
But nothing is working
There is no letter collusion.
So now I just scribble,
My quill free and flowing.
My handwriting is crap
My skill less than glowing.
I just sought to succeed
At creating some beauty.
But it's just best
To go back to my duties.
I've seen some good poems
And this really ain't it.
It's quite a bit closer
To poetical sh--...
I think I'll turn away, and return to the Sea...
I don't think poetry stuff is for me.
Penned by my hand on the 5th of Sarapin, in the year 641 AF.