Baffling

[shewhomust]

desperance is the sonnet, but, to my surprise, I am a cywydd llosgyrnog:

A cywydd llosgyrnog; I'm one. "A what?" Well, quite. There'd be no fun In being understood; I Thrive upon obliquity. Don't comprehend or follow me, For mystery's my ally. What Poetry Form Are You?

and, even more bizarre, if I weren't a cywydd llosgyrnog I would be blank verse. Somehow I have managed to give answers which indicate that I am either exotic and mysterious, or just about as prosaic as you can be while still being a verse form.

Unusually entertaining questions, though...

Comments

[kythiaranos.livejournal.com]

I was heroic couplets.

[shewhomust.livejournal.com]

Hero-mother of the poetic revolution!

[handworn.livejournal.com]

Now pronounce it.

[profane-stencil.livejournal.com]

I'm a limerick- a result I didn't like too much until I read the limerick itself.

I'm the limerick, mired in muck. I refuse to be bored or get stuck.    I like to offend,    But not, in the end, As much as to thwart expectations.

You're right about the questions. This is the most entertaining quiz I've done in a while.