This is ridiculous. Everyone knows half orc bards write sonnets.
On the topic of haiku, if I understand the rules of amateur haiku correctly, you get bonus points if your haiku in some way mentions the seasons or cherry blossoms.
Interestingly, the most famous sonnet there is effectively mentions both the seasons and buds:
1 Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?
2 Thou art more lovely and more temperate.
3 Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May,
4 And summer's lease hath all too short a date.
5 Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines,
6 And often is his gold complexion dimm'd;
7 And every fair from fair sometime declines,
8 By chance or nature's changing course untrimm'd;
9 But thy eternal summer shall not fade
10 Nor lose possession of that fair thou ow'st;
11 Nor shall Death brag thou wander'st in his shade,
12 When in eternal lines to time thou grow'st:
13 So long as men can breathe or eyes can see,
14 So long lives this, and this gives life to thee.
I doubt this is a coincidence; there may well be something rather quintessentially poetic about the seasons and budding plant life.
Something to keep in mind when composing for your next half orc bard, methinks.
"Shall I compare thee to a winter's night?"
On the topic of haiku, if I understand the rules of amateur haiku correctly, you get bonus points if your haiku in some way mentions the seasons or cherry blossoms.
Interestingly, the most famous sonnet there is effectively mentions both the seasons and buds:
1 Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?
2 Thou art more lovely and more temperate.
3 Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May,
4 And summer's lease hath all too short a date.
5 Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines,
6 And often is his gold complexion dimm'd;
7 And every fair from fair sometime declines,
8 By chance or nature's changing course untrimm'd;
9 But thy eternal summer shall not fade
10 Nor lose possession of that fair thou ow'st;
11 Nor shall Death brag thou wander'st in his shade,
12 When in eternal lines to time thou grow'st:
13 So long as men can breathe or eyes can see,
14 So long lives this, and this gives life to thee.
I doubt this is a coincidence; there may well be something rather quintessentially poetic about the seasons and budding plant life.
Something to keep in mind when composing for your next half orc bard, methinks.
"Shall I compare thee to a winter's night?"
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