Stories tagged “FOPPISH THAT I AM”
Sonnet: Rhymes first, poem second: Shakespearean
Title: The Spear Not Shaken
I know your voice; your words are passing Sweet.
They cloy the throat and summon hordes of Flies
The courtiers consider you a Treat;
They cannot tell veracity from Lies.
Oh, Laura! I'd not interrupt your Cours…Posted 6 years ago