Djangolina is struggling with her English homework, and making unhappy noises. "Daddy, can you help?"
"Depends. What's the problem?"
"We're studying Tennyson's 'The Lady of Shalott', and have to write a stanza in that form. I can't do it."
"Well, let's have a look..."
We analyze the form a bit. After cogitating for a while, I come up with the following:
He ready put his sharpest knife
For dinner - ordered by his wife -
By cooking would avoid he strife
In many-towered Camelot
Once gnocchi pot was on the boil
And sea-bass fillets wrapped in foil
He chopped, and fried in olive oil
The ladle of shallots.
"Er, thanks, but I think I'd better do my own. Properly."
