Tears, idle tears!

Tears, idle tears!

Tears, idle tears, I know not what they mean, Tennyson wrote, but really, we all know what tears mean, right? Sadness. So sad. So very very sad. The saddest. Have reached sadception. Pining for the fjords. Something. What we might not know is that “tears”...
Here we go rondeau the mulberry bush

Here we go rondeau the mulberry bush

So who had fun with the bop last month? Didn’t quite get the poem you were hoping for? Want to try it again? Well, we’re upping the difficulty level a little this month with the rondeau. Like the bop, the rondeau is essentially a “song” form of poetry, so I hope...