The goose chase....

While pretending to be detectives from a past life, it dawned on me. I had a hidden gem somewhere still on the internet. www.poetry.com to be exact. And like a real detective at work, i dug it up.

Here it is Watson. 'a la Shakespeare' grade 9 styles.


Deep within one's heart, ly'est an affection.
One of many, which conducts a confession.
Thou play'est a goose for thee to chase,
The hare this time, shall win the race.

Mark me, I will inquire you out,
Give me leave or a guiding shout.
Thine eyes observe a closed path,
For the feelings that thou hath.

O' thy dear love, be thy speed,
Surround thy fool's every need.
Apace! Nomely in thy drift.
Wilt thou behold shuch a shrift?

Alas! I seek you hiding afar!
Come forward,
Misadventured as doth be,
Find the feelings thou hath for thee.
For awakening, without the beauty of such a face,
Shall cause this hare to lose the race.