Each chapter ends with a series of poetry exercises, so I thought I would post some of mine here, in case anyone else wants to try their hand and post some response-poetry in the comments. Get ready for some bad poetry!!! :D
The first poetry exercise was to mark-up the meter and feet in a bunch of lines of iambic pentameter. The second exercise was to write 20 lines of your OWN iambic pentameter in 10 minutes! Most of mine were crap, but here are a few I thought were so-so:
My beard has grown in length and girth and gray
I wish I had more hours in the day!
That Shakespeare bloke could do this in his sleep
I've also started reading a giant collection of WB Yeats Poems which was given to me over ten years ago, but which I only just cracked the spine on last week. A lot of it is going over my head, but there sure are some sweet lines in there too. I'm sure I'll get more and more out of it as I plow through the Fry.
Please post some iambic pentameter in the comments!