How To Flirt With An English Major
How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.
I love thine email when it comes to me
Delayed many days for lack of internet cafe,
Or swift on the wings of Dehradun’s constant access;
I love thine inimitable indecipherable scrawls
Posted on cards of board, strange of stamp
With foreign pictures upon the reverse visage;
I love thy British turn of phrase, the ever-present
idioms drop’t a gentle reminder of your own rich voice;
I love thee humorous and sharp, applying
Thine biting pen to aught ridiculous;
I love thee when thou belies thine professed
Hardness of heart by any gentle sentiment
Toward objects such as require thy pity and great charity;
Greatest of all, however, lies my love in this:
I love thee, my dear, when thee lies prettily
About mine nonexistant manifold attractions.
Therefore, my Love, lie on; that I may in my blind flirtation tend
To the flattering of mine rampant vanity.
May 23rd, 2006 at 3:01 pm
That’s excellent. Is that one of yours?
May 23rd, 2006 at 3:36 pm
I was an English major for a semester.
I was a composition emphasis though, so I would respond to an essay over a poem.
May 23rd, 2006 at 3:42 pm
Yes. I do my best work when I spoof things. There aren’t any original ideas in my head! Lol. No latent genius. I was always the one in the family who was a little bit good at everything but not the best at anything. That’s ok with me. I think mediocrity is freeing; it enables me to enjoy life more. I’d hate to become famous for anything!
May 23rd, 2006 at 4:25 pm
Great Post!
You commented -
“I was always the one in the family who was a little bit good at everything but not the best at anything.”
I feel you on this. I know a little about everything, but not a lot about anything.
May 24th, 2006 at 2:08 am
Bah, the clever twist of a phrase is a creative skill in its own right. The creativity and creation - that takes hard work and sweat. Thanks for the fun post.