Bodhirose has set today’s prompt.
Our challenge for today is to use the following fourteen words in the order presented: stay, sits, play, wits, fits, comedy, flits, tragedy, eye, smart, cry, heart, moan, stone. These words were borrowed from a sonnet by Edmund Spenser.
So we will be writing a fourteen line poem with each of these words being our end line rhymes and they must be used in the order presented. You may choose to write a sonnet using iambic pentameter if you wish (as was traditional) but it isn’t necessary.
PS. I’ve changed the ending on this. Apologies to early commentators, but I should have stuck with my original idea 🙂
If you were I would you ask me to stay?
Considering the way consorting sits
with you. Your inability to play
a simple game of chess. Where are your wits?
I’ve heard them call you numbskull – well it fits.
In fact you could be labelled comedy
on legs. Your concentration dives and flits
from here to there. It’s such a tragedy.
And please don’t try that melancholy eye.
You ought to know by now I’m much too smart
to fall for your pathetic ‘love me’ cry.
It’s not that I am mean and have no heart,
but don’t you know, you silly dog, I’ll moan
when mud’s awash the best Venetian stone.