My experiment with a humorous form called the "double dactyl" or "higgledy-piggledy."
Poor Madame Bovary!
Marriage and life in the
countryside aren’t what she
dreamed of, somehow.
Flagrant adultery,
habits of purchasing
greatly beyond what her
means would allow,
go undetected by
Charles, her husband, whose
wits aren’t much sharper than
those of a cow.
Creditors knocking, she
ends her existence with
handfuls of arsenic.
Look at her now!
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