Anna Pest says I’m a pestI’m a pest? Oh, Ron, please come to
check and see it’s Anna Pest who
knocked me down and kicked my butt in
to a pulp; now I’m a shut-in!
What’s she turn iambics into?
Ron, do stop her little turn-screw…
tortures…. Look; her fiery breath blew
out my own…. Is mine so great sin?
I’m a pest?Anna pesters me to pooh-pooh
what you write, ‘cause this is
her view;
“Lines all up-beat are so bumpkin.”Should I smash her with a pumpkin?
I so hope you think it’s not true
I’m a pest....
OOPS... I'm embarrassed, as bare-assed can be;
(_l_)that's trocaic, as Anna can see.
I'm a pest at my relative best,
and my writing's devoid of its zest.
Now she'll beat me, confine me; you'll see!
She's as mean as a school marm to me.
So forgive me, my friend; I've confessed,
I'm embarrassed.
Now I wish that I had more time free
to reveal how Ms Pest makes debris
of my posts that are good... have you guessed?
Please don't think that I'm speaking in jest...
though I did have to stop and go wee...
I'm embarrassed!
© MLee Dickens'son 26 Feb 2007
Note: In case you've not figured out what happened, I was writing a rondeau in anapest for Ron, the whole time thinking in trochaic! So I've added a second half to it in anapest.