Unfortunately Uneven Understandings

[shipshapeshipco]

It seems that quite a few brave souls among our happy lot have taken it upon themselves to find the desperate secret hidden in my poetry. Commendable, friends- to decode such devilishly devised cryptos! My admiration and mild shame go out to you

Comments

[reachforthe]

...You have secrets in your poetry?

[shipshapeshipco]

Certainly, sir! What sort of poem has no hidden meaning? For example, one must consider the warning buried deep within Longfellow's "Evangeline", which tells us not to trust nuns from Philadelphia. And trust in my word, was Longfellow in the right! If ever you run into a Sister Henrietta-Bess, take care to keep your eyes low and- most importantly- your hands out of your pockets.

Shakespeare's "Sonnet 57", on the other hand, was a paranoid review of William's least favorite pie establishments. The man had no love of ground meats.

[reachforthe]

[...dot...dot...dot...]

Are you a teacher or something? You talk kinda weird. But it's good that you know...stuff! Who's Shakespeare?

[shipshapeshipco]

I suppose you could call me an intstructor employed in the school of life. You can call me Professor Samuel Goldthwaine Robinson Junior.

Shakespeare was a renowned writer and familiar to the Virgin Queen herself. He wrote about men with mule heads and old crones and even Italian suicide! Clearly a master of the form.

[fetchthestick]

Don't be sad Mister, I liked your story.

[shipshapeshipco]

And that brings a smile to my face, child. Tell me, have you taken up the pen yet? You may not have the poet's grace, but I can sense in you the soul of the storyteller!

[fetchthestick]

Uuuuuh.... I dunno?

[He has yet to figure out that "taking up the pen" would mean "writing."]

[shipshapeshipco]

"I don-no", the boy said sheepishly, all the while failing to accept that which had been proposed. "Should I venture to be a creator- to construct and ultimately destroy a fictional being's very existence?"

Thom shivered uncomfortably, as the thought of his own power struck him a heavy blow.

"But you must realize," said Thom's wise friend, intelligence beaming 'neath his silken hat, "that through the destruction of this fictional being, you may in turn fortify your very soul?"

And Thom, struck by the brazen truth of Samuel's remark, found himself reaching for his quill, never to let it down again... The End.

Your turn!

[text]

[citheronia]

What?

Re: [text]

[shipshapeshipco]

Cranahan's Third Law: An unspecific question can only be delivered from its inward-spiraling hellmouth by the skillful placement of an equally general query aimed in the opposite direction. Allow me:

"For which?"

[ttlyisabard]

Some women like to be approached forwardly Sam. I know I would not want someone to play covert games with my emotions ...

[morequartersplz]

Rematch.

[shipshapeshipco]

Gladly, and with haste!