I have the 'flu just now, and since Sunday week ago; I am running a fever and have a rather nasty cough. The fever may account for the wordsmithery, and the missing foot is not missing at all when recited by myself, each line prefixed with one iambic clearing of the throat.Canuckster1127 wrote:Very iambic, but it is quadrameter, not pentameter ......
Ah my dear friend, arise and stand firm as a Knight to battle with the foe, the evil forces of darkness, and ready your trusty sword, the byblos of Good News, to effect their sure destruction. Never again bow before another who is not your Lord (unless it is to ask your lady's hand in marriage) and take a moment to relax with one of those Michael Slade books that others on your thread persist in discussing by their inattentive mutterings.Byblos wrote:LMAO! Walked right into this one, didn't I? I applaud you Judah and assure you, there's not a single poetic bone in my body.
*as Byblos kneels down and bows before the mighty kiwi in total admiration and to pledge allegiance *
'Tis the wee hours of the morning and I am back to bed...