Some more Billy Collins for ya.<\/p>\n
I must say this is about how deep ole William<\/a>‘s goods sounded to me in elementary school.<\/p>\n This one is simply called Sonnet<\/strong>.<\/p>\n All we need is fourteen lines, well, thirteen now, Some more Billy Collins for ya. I must say this is about how deep ole William‘s goods sounded to me in elementary school. This one is simply called Sonnet. All we need is fourteen lines, well, thirteen now, and after this one just a dozen to launch a little ship on love’s storm-tossed seas, then … <\/p>\n
\nand after this one just a dozen
\nto launch a little ship on love’s storm-tossed seas,
\nthen only ten more left like rows of beans.
\nHow easily it goes unless you get Elizabethan
\nand insist the iambic bongos must be played
\nand rhymes positioned at the ends of lines,
\none for every station of the cross.
\nBut hang on here while we make the turn
\ninto the final six where all will be resolved,
\nwhere longing and heartache will find an end,
\nwhere Laura will tell Petrarch<\/a> to put down his pen,
\ntake off those crazy medieval tights,
\nblow out the lights, and come at last to bed.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"