Well, seems I had nothing written for today. So, since I spent the morning writing a model poem for an assignment I gave my AP English class (to write a description of a "pilgrim" in the style of Chaucer's prologue to the Canterbury Tales ) I figured, what the heck. I had fun with it, even though I am not the most adept writer of couplets in iambic pentameter, by any stretch. A fairly Chaucerian, sarcastic, backhanded-praise attack on my least favorite kind of modern man. (Not businessmen, in general, I should point out, but men like this one.) I hope it makes you grin, if nothing else:
The Businessman (In Canterbury Couplets)
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