Elly Elephant wanted one true romance.
So she approached her boyfriend, Henry Hippo.
Henry Hippo, I want you to take a poetry class. And I want you to do me in the iambic pentameter of Keats and Byron and Shelley.
So Henry Hippo went to school and learned the poetry of Keats and Byron and Shelley.
And worked late into the night on his own.
And when it was done, and as close to the work of the 19th century masters as could be, he presented it to his love, Elly Elephant...
...Who, touched beyond words, took the work gently into her hands and began to read.
Here are my wishes, please do the dishes,
Elly Elephant stabbed the iambic pentameter out of Henry Hippo.
THIS IS THE PROUDEST VALENTINE'S DAY CARD YOU'RE SENDING TO *HALLMARK?!*?
YEAH! IT PROVES TRUE ROMANCE IS NOT DEAD.
NEITHER IS POETRY.
YOUR WORDS LOST A GREAT FAN!
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