Any Donne’ll Do

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 !