Poetry Break: Sexist Weather Report
In thinking more about iambic pentameter, I recalled that one can vary the syllable length if the unstressed syllables allow an approximation of a single syllable . . . or is that a wishful 'memory'?
Anyway, does this twelve-syllabled monstrosity work?
Sexist Weather Report
It's colder than the tipple on a niche's wit.
Or is it too clever to be truly sexist?
After all, what do "tipple," "niche's," and "wit" have to do with reports about the sexiest weather report? Hold on, I meant sexist weather report . . . gotta watch that slip of the lip.
Labels: Poetry Break, Weather
2 Comments:
Brilliant!
I do not care if it is sexist. I crave literary impregnation, and this properly gushes through me like a crater lake full of highbrow spermatozoa, and I am not abashed.
Thanks . . . I think.
Jeffery Hodges
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