Exam time. bleh. the other day, my friend and I had a facebook conversation in iambic pentameter. enjoy :P
Me: Two mugs of tea down, with more to be made,
Lamentation, procrastination and woe,
I sit at my desk and watch the sun fade,
Along with my hopes, two exams t'morrow
Rob: Exams are brutally undoing me.
Each pen stroke feels like dying but with ink.
The bubbles taunt me with their shininess. (<-that's a word!)
"We might be wrong! You'll never know!" they cry.
This Christmas break will be my sweet release
If it's not awesome I'll be fucking pissed.
♥
Me: Middle English will bring me to my knees.
Accurs’d words with nonsensical spelling,
Which I must read aloud to comprehend.
Why must Chaucer be quite so cumbersome?
Tell me why must many of the long lines,
Poetic paragraphs and soft speeches,
In ancient anonymously authored
Arthurian legends alliterate ?