O Fons Bandusae
July 5, 2023Refining Fuller, Make Me Clean
July 5, 2023“You Bid Me Try”
You bid me try, blue-eyes, to write
A Rondeau. What! — forthwith? — tonight?
Reflect. Some skill I have, ’tis true; But thirteen lines! — and rimed on two! “Refrain” as well. Ah, Hapless plight!
Still, there are five lines — ranged aright.
These Gallic bonds, I feared, would fright
My easy Muse. They did, till you — You bid me try!
That makes them eight. The port’s in sight —
‘Tis all because your eyes are bright!
Now just a pair to end in “oo” — When maids command, what can’t we do? Behold! — the rondeau, tasteful, light,
You bid me try!