“And then, the lover sighing like furnace
with a woeful ballad made to his mistress’ eyebrow”,
--Act II, Scene VII from 'As You Like It’, by William Shakespeare
Ode to the Eyebrow
It’s a thin black line on skin so milky
Dances wild like a merry selkie
Constant measures of propriety
often hinting at faux piety
It decorates a mind astute
And in several ways acute
It rises with an air of shocking
It lowers in teasing or mocking
Always flippant, oozing style
The only brow I’ve seen smile
with a woeful ballad made to his mistress’ eyebrow”,
--Act II, Scene VII from 'As You Like It’, by William Shakespeare
Ode to the Eyebrow
It’s a thin black line on skin so milky
Dances wild like a merry selkie
Constant measures of propriety
often hinting at faux piety
It decorates a mind astute
And in several ways acute
It rises with an air of shocking
It lowers in teasing or mocking
Always flippant, oozing style
The only brow I’ve seen smile
And an extra verse that didn't fit the rest of the poem:
It volleys forth, it sallies back
It wriggles like a worm on crack
I'm not going to mention the one wonky verse that doesn't fit the rhythm.
ReplyDeleteBut jolly good show, wot wot. ^.^