poetwit 3

Pope no more y se acabó
but to hold on to go on speculation 
sin salud con falsas matrices
this stench of evil singalong
sin sin y con con
campañas de difamación
I am not foul* Mr Pope I am not
like you but I am not foul
not indeed not a spoiled seedy
sin in me not even with you 
gone and many more to come


poetwit 3
© om ulloa

(poetwit: series of headlines posted on twitter omualmagated to compose poetwits)

* 'I'm not foul Mr. Carson. I'm not the same as you, but I'm not foul.' PBS: Downton Abbey Season 3, episode 6



Shakespeare: As You Like It, Act III, scene 3

• Audrey. Would you not have me honest?

• Touchstone. No, truly, unless thou wert hard-favour'd; for honesty
  coupled to beauty is to have honey a sauce to sugar.

• Jaques (lord). [Aside] A material fool.

• Audrey. Well, I am not fair; and therefore I pray the gods make me
  honest.

• Touchstone. Truly, and to cast away honesty upon a foul slut were
  to put good meat into an unclean dish.

• Audrey. I am not a slut, though I thank the gods I am foul.

• Touchstone. Well, praised be the gods for thy foulness;
  sluttishness may come hereafter. But be it as it may be, I will
  marry thee; and to that end I have been with Sir Oliver Martext,
  the vicar of the next village, who hath promis'd to meet me in
  this place of the forest, and to couple us.