Conversation started Aug 20, 2012 at 18:31.
Aug 20, 2012 18:31
Softly Softly
That's worse than NGrambment.
From far and wide, they've come to list/en, watch, and judge her plea.
Beneath the lights her skin aglist/en drips and drabbles free.
Before she speaks she stops to moist/en lips all cracked and dry;
Refreshed for now, she lifts her voice/ and pleading asks them, "Why?"
She tells them just how much, how oft/en all well-spoken men
That certain t's they oft would soft/en up, and how and when.
This once a trait of working class / infects its rulers too,
Who know no better than to fast/en t's where once taboo.
Written out with 8/6 ballad meter, every line gardenpaths you to a mispronunciation.
@tchrist Much better. No really, it is.
Via enjambment.
Oh, now I get it.
Aug 20, 2012 18:33
Via enjabbathehuttment.
From far and wide, they've come to list-
    en, watch, and judge her plea.
Beneath the lights her skin aglist-
    en drips and drabbles free.
Before she speaks she stops to moist-
    en lips all cracked and dry;
Refreshed for now, she lifts her voice
    and pleading asks them, "Why?"
She tells them just how much, how oft-
    en all well-spoken men
That certain t's they oft would soft-
    en up, and how and when.
This once a trait of working class
    infects its rulers too,
Who know no better than to fast-
I get it too. When you're wrong, change the subject. It's the unwritten rule of TIR
@Robusto You aren't going to duck out of your failed scansion that easily.
Oh noes, not duck out again.
Aug 20, 2012 18:35
It ain't failed. And it ain't mine. It's a found poem. Found in RegDwight's prose.
 
Conversation ended Aug 20, 2012 at 18:35.