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Point of order but an ode should have the rhyming scheme ABABCDECDE
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But not his comment code
Tyred knows his ode/* enters boring pedantic old fart mode /*
Point of order but an ode should have the rhyming scheme ABABCDECDE
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At times like this - a Philip Larkin poem about CC's old men comes to mind
What do they think has happened, the old fools,
To make them like this? Do they somehow suppose
It's more grown-up when your mouth hangs open and drools,
And you keep on pissing yourself, and can't remember
Who called this morning? Or that, if they only chose,
They could alter things back to when they danced all night,
Or went to their wedding, or sloped arms some September?
Or do they fancy there's really been no change,
And they've always behaved as if they were crippled or tight,
Or sat through days of thin continuous dreaming
Watching the light move? If they don't (and they can't), it's strange;
Why aren't they screaming?
I won't mention any names.......but YOU know who you are![]()
It's a great poem too, IMHOI can't deny any of that![]()
It's right cheerful, true enough. I prefer Miss Joan Hunter Dunn if I'm truthful.It's a great poem too, IMHO
https://allpoetry.com/On-A-Portrait-Of-A-Deaf-Man
Yes really.Really? I think it's terrible! "He knew the names of ev'ry bird But not the song it sung."? Talk about forcing a rhyme!