P: “Poets, like Disputants…” by John Dryden (from All for Love, 1677)
Bonus:
No one would call these poets fops.
Summary: Poets get mad if you don't like their poems. Authors think they're all hat and no cattle.
Commentary: AA... rhyme scheme. 10 feet per line.
Since the goal this month is for me (a prose writer) to better appreciate poetry, this one seemed appropriate. It's not really doing much for me. Functional, but nothing really jumps out. I like: "Fop, Coxcomb, Fool, are thunder’d through the Pit," but nothing here is blowing me away with imagery, or profundity, or anything.
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