>>11987399what the fuck are you talking about, have you ever read poetry before? The pentameter shit is more important than rhyme anyways. No shit a romance language will have more rhymes, all their words sound the fucking same
Whose woods these are I think I know.
His house is in the village though;
He will not see me stopping here
To watch his woods fill up with snow.
My little horse must think it queer
To stop without a farmhouse near
Between the woods and frozen lake
The darkest evening of the year.
He gives his harness bells a shake
To ask if there is some mistake.
The only other sound's the sweep
Of easy wind and downy flake.
The woods are lovely, dark and deep,
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.
"terrible for rhymes" how about you fuck off, faggot frenchie
