Throwing a love-epee
Take that!
As I pass then parry with haste
You may be much bigger
but your size is a waste.
Take that and twice more
As I parry with plume
You’ll never defeat me
you say with a boom.
And back you swine!
I assert with a lunge
And back, and back,
away you vile gunge.
Mal-parry and I wince
His line it fell true
Redoublement be damned
I had the best of you.
I press and reprise
My fight is anew
I feinte, you fleche
my riposte naught to you.
You thrust and I fall
feint heart wins again
The measure too much
This love fought in vein
Isobel
Fri 9th Nov 2012 08:13
I didn't know it was possible to post without a profile - that's a new one on me.
It feels like there is a bit of forced rhyme in here that the poem would be better without though - unless it's all tongue in cheek - in which case it doesn't really matter :) I like the play on words and the ideas.
Yep - it's a really good title - humorous.