This is a post promising another post.  I have one simmering in my mind — negative capability!  Jung!  Poetry! — but I also have an avalanche of papers to grade.  In the meantime, I thought I’d give a peak into my poetry workshop.  We’re discussing meter at the moment, which always seems to be the most intimidating and frustrating subject to cover in a poetry class.  As such, I always try to introduce two important forms: the clerihew and the limerick.  Somehow, meter isn’t as frustrating when it’s used to make fun of people. :)   Observe this clerihew, by Stephanie Boxx, a student in my poetry class, which made me laugh when I greatly needed to laugh:

Emma Bolden
to her cats was beholden.
She thought they perfect could be-
until on her best green boots they did pee.

See?  Poetry’s not so stuffy after all.  Though I do wish those green boots were spotless …

Not the offending feline in question, but still perhaps the best photo of one of my cats.

Not the offending feline in question, but still perhaps the best photo of one of my cats.