Rhyme Scene Investigation
With rhymes that would make Wordsworth weep, the housemates delivered their task poems to Susie with varying degrees of zeal.
Susie was already settling into her role of dictator, bossing the housemates around as they lined up in front of her to recite their verses. "Put your hands on chests. I like being saluted," she demanded, wryly.
Richard was first up with a fawning ditty that described Susie as "diamonds and pearls".
Pete's effort included the keenly observed couplet: "Susie is a posh bird, she doesn't like dog turd." To which Susie gushed: "You're very talented."
Lea's swiftly-read poem identified their dictator as 'classy, witty' before concluding it with a hardcore swear word, which caught everyone by surprise. "You're very naughty," scolded Susie.
Glyn's syrupy sonnet pushed the rules of metre to the limits, crowbarring a rhyme out of 'talkative' and 'positive'.
"I can feel myself filling up," said dewy-eyed Susie
"She loves her tea. Typical, she's 43," read Imogen. While Grace's ode questioned why she "had a problem with Grace".
At the end of the task, Glyn was named poet laureate. "He deserves it. It was a love poem. And it was lovely," grinned Susie, clearly moved.
Wonder if he'll be off wandering lonely as a cloud now?
Ch4