Seinfeld in Iambic

[Brownlie]

Costanza:
O noble orator of nothing How
Doth thou plan to weave a tale of naught?

Seinfeld:
O gentle Costan’ How ye wear a skin cap
Crown that hearkens to a buzzard’s head
And how that stocky frame of thine dost show
The composite of Your inward visage.
We live inside a painted world and you
and I are but a pair of painted signs.
What thing is there to say but fill the space
With time so lords above can pander out
The simple pleasures godless men imbibe.
We are a pair of warring hopeless fools.
Who jibe and poke, with air, the warring winds.

Costanza:
If thou seeks to suggest wisdom is framed
from the out as well as the in thou does
me wrong. Why not instead take note
of how a stocky frame persists against
the tempests wrought in raging windy plights.

Jerry:
Perhaps Costan' I do ye wrong for thou
art known to take a coin and pinch it thin.

Costanza:
Dost thou suggest me to be Judean?
For sir, the famed miser leo born
of thy father's father suggest the fault
is present in ye of nature's decree.

Jerry:
What nature dost thou behold here Costan?
Are we not all as angels cast in some
newly formed cope, transcending older earths?

[Leanne]

Hi brownlie, please don't think that I'm ignoring this because I'm not -- it looks like you've done a pretty decent job but all of this goes over my head, because anything to do with Seinfeld causes me great nausea. It's a good idea though

[Brownlie]

Hi brownlie, please don't think that I'm ignoring this because I'm not -- it looks like you've done a pretty decent job but all of this goes over my head, because anything to do with Seinfeld causes me great nausea. It's a good idea though

I'll take that as a win . Thank you. TV has obviously left its impact on my corn mush brain.