11th Challenge complete

To complete a ‘classic’ was my dare.
I scanned my dusty, leaning shelf,
Found a pristine, black, ‘Onegin’ there
And found an hour to please myself.
What started out interminable,
Like English class, abominable,
Became, throughout a few days’ grind,
A joy to read its plot unwind.
I rode along with Eugene the fop,
I moped with Tatyana as well,
Disliked Olga the hard-boiled belle
And saw Vladimir’s corpse in its drop.
But now I’ve failed in trying to mime
A. Pushkin’s classic, tragic, rhyme.

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