Now for a brief interruption of our novel-lit.

Prolly the most frustrating English asinine-ment I have done this year. The original assignment was an essay explaining, in two pages, the poor morals in a few of the tales and how the author of the essay would go about correcting it. I proposed an idea, to make the project more interesting: actually rewriting a story, as its written in the books, in rhyme.


That was a stupid idea.



A rewriting of the Greek tale Daphne and Apollo (from Ovid's Metamorphoses)

Cupid, tired of his brother’s gloating over archery prowess, seeks revenge by causing Apollo to fall in love with a mortal woman named Daphne, who initially spurns his advances, but eventually causes Cupid’s plan to backfire and marries Apollo.


One day, Cupid went out to find,
A comely maiden of winsome kind.
He sought out, a woman true,
Upon whom his arrow he drew.
T’was Daphne, river maid he shot
And Apollo fell captive to his brothers dastardly plot.
He then pursued her with sudden fervor,
And she was smitten with his pure love for her.

He admired her beauty, inside and out,
Permission to court her from her father he then sought.
Apollo told him he sought to make Daphne his bride,
And her father granted him permission, sent with his blessing and pride.
Many months did he pursue her,
And she waited ‘til she knew her love, too, was pure.
Finally he asked he to be his wife,
And with him she agreed to spend her life.

One would think, seeing as his plan backfired,
Cupid would be consumed by bitterness, though that did not transpire.
Instead, he too took for himself a bride to be his own,
And he welcomed with great joy his brother into his home.
Now this tale of love so true,
Has come to an end, for now it’s through.
Let it leave an example of goodly love,
And that which pleases Our Father above.