With gusto they spread the blanket on the plate
And raise to their lips a woolly glass of wine But I’ve nice clothing so that I get some
Holier clothing doesn’t work as well
Making me look as if I’m from a slum
A scruffy bit of rough, no pipistrell. For some bizarre reason the ladies desire tidy
(Although they like a bit of rough sometimes!)
Though my credentials are quite bonafide
The holes contradict and they hear as the bell chimes So I’ve to springclean, open all my drawers Pull everything out, give it a good shake
Extinct all the moths, kill them, this is war!
Moth Spanish Armada? I’m Sir Francis Drake!
This was the 3rd poetry exercise
This exercise was to write 16 unrhymed lines of iambic pentameters (rhymed seemed more fun though) – using:
“pyrrhic” substitutions (two unaccented, short syllables) and
“trochaic” substitutions (in a line of verse that normally employs iambic meter, trochaic substitution describes the replacement of an iamb by a trochee), and
weak endings (at the end of the usual heroic (iambic pentameter line) add an unstressed syllable/word)