"C'est la vie" |
| Succulent nouns for poetry mixed according to recipe with cinnamon and strawberries and baked in solemn reverie. These distinctive ingredients produced linguistic chemistry, when blended by ancient wordsmiths in culinary jubilee. If new concoction did not work, poetry chefs thought, "C'est la vie," then tried again without delay and did not sulk in misery. Notes on the Ballad Quatrain form of poetry ▶︎ |