SOME VICTORIAN
AFTERTHOUGHTS
an experiment in amphibrachic monometer
Remember
September — ?
He said he
would wed me
not grieve me
and leave me
forsaken —
alone.
In sorrow
I borrow
from Time but
a rhyme, not
too tragic
but magic
for making
my moan.
If ever
that clever
young fellow
in yellow
should happen
to stop in
and ask for
my hand,
I'll give him
the back of it —
(I've gotten
the knack of it);
he'll never know
for evermo'
the pleasures
we planned.
So there, you!
How dare you — ?
If you think
you'll hoodwink
this lady
with shady
proposals,
you're wrong.
I've given you
the best of me
you shan't have
the rest of me.
Be off in
your coffin —
Go far, and
so long!
Ruth F. Harrison
Ruth,
You've inspired me to an
epigram written in amphibrachic dimeter titled,
MARRIAGE
I’ll love it and hate it
Then kiss it and mate
it.
Lew
Thanks! Good one!
I've ventured a trimeter sample--
Whatever comes of it,
don't knock it
Good marriages keep in
your pocket.
Ruth
