I cannot say how long this has been so, but lately I have found that when I think,
my thoughts are in iambic—what’s the word? Pentameter; that’s it. And I am vexed
by all the sing-song thoughts that I must think because of this affliction most bizarre.
How can I keep blank verse out of my head? I’d be most grateful, readers of my blog, if you could help me end this nasty curse.
- Deputy assistant flâneur in training I will be leaving Sunnyvale during its most beautiful season....
- I set out from Reno, I was trailed by twenty hounds I listened to a Grateful Dead bootleg this afternoon. Voluntarily....
Perhaps you could try aversion therapy?