(a triolet)
..
Oh, love is not a summer’s day,
for winter comes quite quickly.
Yes, plums get bruised and roses fade.
Oh, love is not a summer’s day.
Huzzah, now let us count the ways,
some things regretted thickly.
Oh, love is not a summer’s day,
for winter comes quite quickly.
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PAD, day 7.
Shakespeare, William Carlos Williams, Robert Burns,
Elizabeth Barrett Browning and E.E. Cummings are all in here.
Can you find them? 😉
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Yeah, better poem instead of that weird Irish song.
Creative, as usual!
I’m trying to figure out which one would say “huzzah!”
Heehee. I doubt he said it himself, but anytime we go to a Shakespeare thing, Huzzah is big. 😉
Marvelous triolet!!!
Love ❤ Love ❤ LOVE ❤
Did you mean “let us count THE ways”?
This is hilarious to me, knowing what plums represent and what else the closing line could mean. And then there’s the word “thickly.” 🙂
Maybe I’ve made up this other layer of meaning, or maybe you’re a genius who doesn’t get nearly enough recognition for her marvelous brain.
Ack. Yes, I meant “the” – -and must go amend on the PAD, too. THANK YOU!
Yes, I knew you’d catch plums, even though you also love WCW. 🙂
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