In a jungle far from me simian hosts carried a strain about to mutate thus ruining some poor bard’s excursion not to mention my life!
Iambic Pentameter they call it now.. after who or what I have not the slightest…. a thread virus under the ‘scope five iambic feet long causing sweats and an aching back with excruciating headaches from compulsive syllable counting in a feverish state of mind while riding the last quatrain in a theme that leads to nowhere.
I have this disease presently it seems seeing life in metered segments … where all used to be unimpeded existence is now a-b-a-b/c-d-c-d/e-f-e-f/g-g.
The end is close. Nurse Nan….please Morphine more morphine