A MASTERFUL EFFORT, SIR!
My first Terza Rima
I'm well aware- I do not have a special way with words. Rather, it seems, words often tend to have their way with me. For instance, I've been crushed by a very large verb herd! Ridiculous? I wonder too! Who on earth set them free? Perhaps it was those rascally lowlife nouns once again. They're always mocking, bullying me with such vicious glee! Though cunning adjectives will wait until I lift my pen, Their accomplice adverbs don't maintain similar patience, Barely restraining themselves even to the count of ten! I've cried when prepositions say I make no godly sense, And directly, sometimes indirectly, articles are crass. Clearly, they aim to wound me with their very worst offense. Alas, these many parts of speech gang up on me en masse. I still shudder to share the very worst of it with you- Never will I forget the…
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