To have my high school creative writing students show they can write to the iambic pentameter rhythm, I assign them to finish the last 6 lines of a Shakespearean sonnet we start together in class. Rather than using our sonnet to present or evaluate a romantic claim, we told a narrative of one Eustace Tortoise, which narrative some students wanted me to post here:
So Eustace Tortoise went to chew some gum.
He rode a unicycle to the club.
He wore a tunic but he looked a bum.
He hoped to meet a hamster with a nub.
Then Eustace took the hamster by the leg
(which leg was made of dense and crispy lard);
they danced until the hamster lost its leg
that’s good. She hopped along the boulevard.
The students diverged in their conclusions of the narrative, but we all got some laughs out of our protagonist Eustace.