Demetrius sat with his nose in the air,
Certain he hadn’t a worry or care.
Directly descended from the great John Donne,
He was sure to ace Poetry 101.
The first assignment was child’s play:
Demetrius received an easy A.
Mid-semester, gone was the ease;
Demetrius struggled for B’s and C’s.
The final project? An Italian sonnet.
Demetrius worked like the devil on it.
But he of the fancy pedigree
Nonetheless got a big fat D.
And so in class Demetrius learned
That artistic pride must be earned.
Those engaging in poetics
Can’t rely on their genetics.
Peace to your ♥!