A Turn for the Verse
...well, okay, maybe it's nothing that dramatic. Basically, the following is a collection of some bits of doggerel I've been strewing around the Soapbox whenever the mood has taken me. The idea is to take the first line of a famous poem, and write a second line, producing a humorous, rhyming couplet.
I should note that these have mostly been written on the spur of the moment, and so aren't necessarily very good. Anyway, here goes:
From March 21st:
To be or not to be, that is the question;
Once upon a midnight dreary,
The curfew tolls the knell of parting day,
Two roads diverged in a yellow wood;
From March 23rd:
When in disgrace with fortune and men's eyes,
Whose woods these are, I think I know;
Wild nights -- Wild nights!
Tyger! Tyger! Burning bright,
From March 31st ("A Quick Note"):
Flood-tide below me! I see you face to face!
From April 3rd:
The Soul selects her own Society--
Much Madness is divinest Sense
Because I could not stop for Death--
From June 6th:
Little Lamb, who made thee?
I want a hero; an uncommon want;
I wandered lonely as a cloud,