Poetry Narration

WHY so pale and wan, fond lover?
Prithee, why so pale?
Will, when looking well can’t move her,
Looking ill prevail?
Prithee, why so pale?

Why so dull and mute, young sinner?
Prithee, why so mute?
Will, when speaking well can’t win her,
Saying nothing do ‘t?
Prithee, why so mute?

Quit, quit for shame! This will not move;
This cannot take her.
If of herself she will not love,
Nothing can make her:
The devil take her!

By John Suckling

 

My son’s concise narrations: Well!  Somebody needs anger management classes!

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2 Comments

  1. Mrs P
    Posted October 9, 2013 at 5:27 pm | Permalink

    Why no 4 Moms posts for the last 2 weeks?

    • Headmistress, zookeeper
      Posted October 9, 2013 at 5:30 pm | Permalink

      I thought I did a Q and A both of the last two Thursdays. Did you come visit me from Kimberly’s blog at Raising Olives? She accidentally posted early this week.

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