Why Pray Thee?
When we first met, I stole
a glance at all your poems.
I had to know if you would be privy
to the walking world of words
On archaic Angelfire, I found
a slew of stanzas using “thee” and “thou”
I felt myself draw back a bit
and ponder your artistic choices.
What was next? “Prithee” or “thine”?
Would you criticize my use of rhyme?
Instead I found you giggling here
Your elementary usage clear
Your words had dried out just fine
And you had forgotten these remained
I didn’t want to think you lied
Or hidden shame behind your hide
So I embraced my newfound Romeo
and thanked the gods he was no Shakespeare.