BP - Sneak Peak - Submission to a Wife

A future morsel I couldn't keep to myself:

The stateliest women,
Assassins of Justice.
Allowing sweet promise
of uxoriousness
gather'd
day by day.

Blackout Poetry

There is nothing quite like the smell of old books. That's how you can tell when a book is ripe and ready to be felt. Its pages are smooth, and the spine gives a slight creak as it is unused to the act of being opened. It is then that it hits you. The smell blossoms from the expectant pages like a tulip opening wide to greet the sun. Once you have perused its pages, the book is ready to be reborn. From its countless stories and rhymes, I pick and choose the words that strike me the most, and give this old book a new tale to tell.

This, is the beginning:

Swift and little,
her child procured
his degree
by special favor