Blank Verse, Mostly
Last night we gathered round some wheels of wine
And varietals of cheese, at which point
Our linguist friend and Pittsburgh boy unleashed
scholastic wrath. The game was Trivial Pursuit,
the place was Ian’s pad. The teams appeared
to be on par, yet appearances deceive,
and almost ere the game began it ran
away from me. With such facility
they trounced their foes! Capricious cards be damned!
We could but share communal woe, and rage
against the charity the game displayed
whene’er their turn came round: The wedges leaped
into their pie, unmerited and slick,
While we were stuck with questions arduous:
“When is Borneo?” and, “Why is Hitler?”
Aside from my besiegéd pride, the night
went swimmingly. We all lined up to see
how Myers-Briggs would diagnose a room
chock full o’ fools. INFP is who
I am; this came as no surprise. For Wayne,
it should be said, results did him displease;
ENFJ suggests a man that’s quick
to judge his peers, which is not how a stage-
bred lad would want to be perceived. The games
wound down, all parted ways--we soon made our
way home; I spread my sleeping bag outside
beneath the sweet pea's buds. We passed the night
within the storm, watched lines of lightning stir.
The supple thunder shook the air,
we guessed at names of stars,
yet in the end I found myself
earth-bound and counting cars.
And varietals of cheese, at which point
Our linguist friend and Pittsburgh boy unleashed
scholastic wrath. The game was Trivial Pursuit,
the place was Ian’s pad. The teams appeared
to be on par, yet appearances deceive,
and almost ere the game began it ran
away from me. With such facility
they trounced their foes! Capricious cards be damned!
We could but share communal woe, and rage
against the charity the game displayed
whene’er their turn came round: The wedges leaped
into their pie, unmerited and slick,
While we were stuck with questions arduous:
“When is Borneo?” and, “Why is Hitler?”
Aside from my besiegéd pride, the night
went swimmingly. We all lined up to see
how Myers-Briggs would diagnose a room
chock full o’ fools. INFP is who
I am; this came as no surprise. For Wayne,
it should be said, results did him displease;
ENFJ suggests a man that’s quick
to judge his peers, which is not how a stage-
bred lad would want to be perceived. The games
wound down, all parted ways--we soon made our
way home; I spread my sleeping bag outside
beneath the sweet pea's buds. We passed the night
within the storm, watched lines of lightning stir.
The supple thunder shook the air,
we guessed at names of stars,
yet in the end I found myself
earth-bound and counting cars.