Perfect happiness’ greatest fear? The Other is deplorable. Extravagance is insincere; Proust’s mustache is adorable.
I’m only up to number seven. Uninspired, its time to bail If Marcel P. was barred from heaven His essays were a massive fail.
Marcel Proust, you silly fellow Prose overwrought, effete and gay, Puffy mama’s boy marshmallow You’re Hell’s to toast . . . now roast away.
May virtue’s signalers all thus burn; This uninspiring questionnaire Will mainly cause one to discern That heads are up their derrière.
True verse can never be a list Of humanistic questions asked. More fit that some psychologist Should have their godless soul thus tasked.
PROMPT 25: write a poem based on the Proust Questionnaire, a set of questions drawn from Victorian-era parlor games, and adapted by modern interviewers. You could choose to answer the whole questionnaire, and then write a poem based on your answers, answer just a few, or just write a poem that’s based on the questions.