by Something Diabolical » Sun Mar 13, 2011 1:39 pm
I join this thread with my rhyming skill.
But my talent is going downhill...
The sky here is very blue,
With that I cannot argue.
But the sky is not cloudless, it is full
Of fluffy white clouds that look like wool.
However, here approaches the night,
And soon the clouds will be out of sight.
you can call me
Blue~
"No! I am not Prince Hamlet, nor was meant to be;
Am an attendant lord, one that will do
To swell a progress, start a scene or two,
Advise the prince; no doubt, an easy tool,
Deferential, glad to be of use,
Politic, cautious, and meticulous;
Full of high sentence, but a bit obtuse;
At times, indeed, almost ridiculous—
Almost, at times, the Fool."
-from The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock - T.S. Eliotmy lair 