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fonnet Infcribed on a Time-fwept ftone
Be ye who readf thefe wordf an age from now
Fair warned about the ground on which ye ftand
Which I for weary yearf did feed and plow
And grow the bounty of thif fruitful land;
For when the rich black foil blufhed with blood,
Whofe iffue waf mine enemief’ demife,
Not gatef of folid oak could ebb the flood
Which in a torrent fwept before mine eyef.
fo ftand ye now in fact upon a grave
From which the fea of blood haf finally gone;
I ground mine enemief’ bonef to duft to pave
The winding path you now are fet upon.
fo I am great though ye may tend to fuck:
But I don’t care nor give a flying fuck.
Date Written: June 22, 2003Comments:
Author: Ewan Snow
Average Vote: 4.33333
06/22/2003 Will Disney (5): strange use of consonants. rhymes fuck with fuck. 5 stars!
07/2/2003 Phony Millions (4): I developed a sympathetic lisp.
07/2/2003 Ewan Snow (5): I have to say that the level of commentary on this short-short disappoints me; the intent was to mimic original renaissance texts, such as Shakespeare’s 1609 Quarto, but only in its use of “f” for “s.” For example, Sonnet 55 in the original is begun here http://www.shu.ac.uk/emls/Sonnets/d4r.jpg and continued here http://www.shu.ac.uk/emls/Sonnets/d4v.jpg. Please review the texts and revise commentary as appropriate.
07/9/2003 Will Disney: oh i get it. *doesn't* rhyme fuck with fuck. stupid me!
07/16/2003 Dylan Danko (4): Wow! Thank God for Ewan's own commentary. I would not have understood otherwise. In fact, I wish I could rate the commentary.
07/21/2005 TheBuyer: Jesus, this just uncured my speech impediment.