Would that I could,
Fair maidens, dashing gents
But I must synopsis-ize and
Rework my story’s end.
Enjoy Tim’s trial as I know
You surely will, or maybe might
I away to my hermit-hole, to
Write mine own writer’s fight.
Breathy two-backed-beasted thoughts
I will doubtless soon reconjure
Not feelin’ the fever right now, but…
I shall again ‘fore too much longer.
Thus spake the undead and tired.
I even rhymed for the Romantic poem challenge. Tim: kin ah git a whut whuuuut?
Happy stanzas, Tony Danzas.