dverse
gerund
cease thy dogging
out damned spot
out i say
wits
spindled - spun
with
mooning
swooning
and
spooning
hugger mugger off
thy finical rogue
thy worsted stocking knave
willy -nillying rascal
begone
with mirth and laughter
let old wrinkles come
screw thy courage
to the sticking place
i'll tarry with thee no longer
what a piece of work is a man
unleashed in this foul and pestilent
congregation of vapours
hell is empty
and all the devils are here
screw thy courage..ha...i def like the use of screw...congregation of vapors, ha...you def have willie's voice down...smiles.
ReplyDeleteExcuse me...if you don't mind..the name is Will !
ReplyDeleteI like the use of the old English (thy/begone) & word play such as willy -nillying rascal ~
ReplyDeleteThoroughly enjoyed this! You had the nuances down perfectly :-)
ReplyDeleteEnjoyed the ending....looking around to see the devils among us. Smiles.
ReplyDeleteThis made my day dear bard(ess). So fun but full of beautiful little gerunds and verbs. I want to know where you got this idea!
ReplyDeleteMy creative noodle conjures up a lot of weird and wonderfuls :)
Deletegrins - cool, especially that close ~
ReplyDeletefun and playful and classic, willfully.
ReplyDeleteHaha! What fun to play with the master of verbiage! (Forgive me for maligning the man I love, I just liked the word.)
ReplyDeletethe spirit and wordplay in your poem are wonderful...creative in the extreme.
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