Writer’s Block
Time Frame: None
Pairing: None
POV: Apollo
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“Allison grunted in frustration. Nothing rhymed with purple.”
-Wayside School Gets a Little Stranger
By: Louis Sachar
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Damn English, I curse.
What kind of language has words that don’t rhyme with one another? How completely absurd!
Language is a moving, liquid being: the words should be able to bend and wrap around each other smoothly—naturally, the syllables all lining up, cadences clicking together…and above all: rhyming when needed!
I hate the word, I decide. Just like orange. Purple.
Maybe in the next hundred years or so, another of my children will be just as gifted in the art as my son, Shakespeare. Ah, William.
Now there was a son someone could be proud of.
Not only did his poetry inspire others for generations to come, not only did he use the language, worship and adore it, but he gave back. He picked the fruits, used it to nourish his work, and then planted the seeds—introducing over 1700 words the English language had never seen which are now a part of everyday speech.
And I mean, honestly. A great deal of things rhyme with “lonely” and “bump.”
Maybe my next premiere poet will invent a word to rhyme with this wretched “purple.”
I will make sure whoever does is plastered across the history books for all eternity.
Damn English.
~fin~
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