Dauphy: That stuff we write…
Hobbo: What about it?
Dauphy: We don’t always follow the rules, do we?
Hobbo: It doesn’t matter. As long as we are making people laugh.
Dauphy: I was hoping you’d say that.
Dauphy: I’ve written another.
Hobbo: Let’s hear it then.
Dauphy: You’ll type it up?
Hobbo: Don’t I always?…
Poetry Masterclass (by Dauphy) I don't give a Nelly for a villanelle or a bonnet for a fourteen line sonnet. I'd rather watch bonanza than struggle with a stanza. A soliloquy seems silly to me. My nemesis could be mimesis. If I have a cold then I might say ode. I'd never take a stance on dissonance or assonance. When I do meet up with Koo I'll say howdy, not haiku. I wouldn't give a meg about a mixed up meter. You can't lick a lyric for good alliteration and a well penned limerick can bring joy to a nation. So, epic or ballad stick those syllabic rules. Me and my mate Hobbo are merely comic fools.