Your shoes are full of wee.
There really was no need
For Edward's toxic screed
His overwrought disdain
For the common man is plain
He claims he's full of wit
(There's another word for it)
But the tit-fer doesn't fit
So he picks another nit
To resort to a slower method, Harter and Ant, and to speak then in
prose. Your verse is completely incompetent. It expresses no feelings
other than an unprocessed anger and rage. The "scope" of each thought
is the line since you don't have the grammatical ability to
subordinate a clause while crawling towards your next feeble rhyme.
You add unnecessary adverbs to maintain a preplanned scansion because
you don't know how to depart from scansion, or for that matter to
create harmonies by repeating a scan pattern with more words. For
example, in the first line, you have to use a dreadful adverb, Ant.
You write "there really is no need" to fill out the line. I could
have, Cyrano-like, written your poem for you.
There is no need
For Eddie's screed
He hates the common man
But his poetry doesn't scan.
The dimeter announces the main idea. It is supported by the
contradiction which is made clear by the longer line.
Harter has declared victory and run away, Ant. I'd suggest you do the
same.
I can write and you cannot
I'm a class act...vous est un sot
It's "really" ("rilly") the height of foolishness to react towards an
apropos posting of the scene in which Cyrano defeats his enemy le
Vicomte by composing a poem extempore while beating him at sword-play.
This is because the accusation of pretense false flat on its face when
I ain't pretending to read French or have read the play. I am reminded
of the way in which incompetent software managers and their bully
boys, and other computer thugs, react to well-designed code when some
rich fat slob of a client wants it "yesterday": they accuse the merely
competent of "pretentiousness" for merely trying to do a half-way
decent job.
