A Thousand P(o)ints of Bud Light

As an English major, I have a duty to appreciate obscure forms of poetry. One of these is the hexaduad, which comes from Old English (think Beowulf). It consists of one stanza of 12 lines of rhyming couplets with a rhyme scheme of aa, bb, cc, dd, ee, ff. That’s all well and good, but the cool thing about the hexaduad is the varying syllable count of the lines: 2/2/6/6/8/8/4/4/6/6/4/4.

You don’t see many hexaduads in modern English, for obvious reasons. So, imagine my surprise when a hexaduad typewritten on a sheet of paper blew into my face as I walked home tonight along Third Street. The paper is a bit smudged and waterlogged what with the rain and all, so I’ve taken the liberty of retyping the anonymous poem (apparently written in honor of the bill the house passed yesterday) so I can share it with you here. Enjoy!

A photo taken at the intersection where the poem hit me in the face.


A Thousand P(o)ints of Bud Light

Fair pled,
Unread,
Comes our much-needed bill. 
Kids rejoice, hearts be still:
Paul has won, the Speaker laughs last.
Against all the odds, Trumpcare passed.
Unhealthy friends,
Let’s make amends.
Rest easy, remember
Your votes in November.
A promise kept.
Now die, unwept.

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