Although his rhyme is rather queer I find it pleasant to my ear Although I am now forty-two To me his work his something new So off to Becket I will go And though my progress may be slow I must traverse both hills and dales Reading "The Canterbury Tales" Though words obscure like "course-y-ronne" Though spelling strange like the "younge-sonne" It's understanding I will seke But, alas, I only have a weke
Thanks for that Shawn, that was very amusing. Send it off to a poetry review, it's worthy of publication.
I was an English major way-back until I switched to Anthro, a shorter major to hurry-up and get graduated. My faves were Henry James, James Joyce and Mark Twain. Never could get through Dostoyesvsky, Faulkner was equally turgid.