Hereth begins a conversation with a friend

Hereth begins a conversation with a friend. I shall continue to edit as the conversation continues and this shall tell you a little of what I have been up to:

P: Good morning ma'am.
M: Good evening sir
P: That's all
M: Tis true
P: Alas, I jest / In Renaissance English, no less / In rhymes my sentences do fall / So that your evening I may bless
M: Why thank you kind sir / for your banter doth please / this withering mind as it were / from deteriorating like the fall leaves
P: My madam, if I may, / I must to breakfast now today; / wither I go, I know that not, / but I do pray that your brain might not rot.
P: We should keep up this rhyming game / so that my day is not entirely lame
M: Your blessing, I shall hold / and your wish is my command/ though I might become too bold / to talk circles when the truth shall stand.
P: That sophistry I do abhor, / though your fine wit I do adore. / Adieu for now. I will soon see/if I can match your mind's near- endless potency.
M: Oh sir! You are so unkind / as to make teardrops fall from my eyes / since mirth does escape my sophist mind / and for that I bid you many goody-byes.
P: Are those the salty streams of mirthy tears / or those of a good sophist's refutation? / The first is what I hope, the second what I fear; / for tis a sin to mar an angel's complexion
P: Though fall'n from heaven she may be / and one of Satan's progeny.
M: What angry waves does thou beat / at chaos and dichotomy / but thou shall hang thy head in defeat / because tis the only way for a rainbow, see?  
M: And why the sophists, pray tell / with a passion thy hate / when tis knowledge they give and sell / and tis not you they berate?
M: Oh sir, why does thy wait / it is not like you to hesitate / so I expect if I may / for you to have something more awesome to say
P: Something awesome must I say? / So expect you, you did say / after hesitation for a day / while you in waiting lay.
M: Tis not nice to tease / and take all the time you please/ but know that impatient I am / and sit bored whiles my students take an exam
P: Across your desk you leer / at students' faces there; / you have trapped them in your lair / and fill their little hearts with fear.
M: Ahh but alas you stray from the truth / for although at my desk, no students do I see / but rather waste my youth / wishing from my seat I could flee
P: So you are not able to see / your students' woes of misery? / what kind of tyrant might you be / if not one of great devilry?
M: Aye, I did not the test make / but only the answer key did I create / and the test they take collectively / which is the oddest and idiotic thing I believe
M: And sir, you never did say / why the sophists and rainbows you hate / which very much saddens my day / since you deny me this rhyming debate
P: Alas, my wit is gone away, / for through the night awake I lay; / my cat can really irritate / up to the point that I become irate
M: Well rest thy weary eyes / though I eagerly await your replies. / Answer a query for me though / on my blog, this conversation may I show?
P: Alas, resting my eyes kann ich nicht / because I have a german midterm um elf Uhr; / it would not be the time I picked, / and it's with Dr. W********, whom you adore.
M: May lucky ducks be with you / though I am sure none is needed / and afterwards we shall begin our musings anew / and this time unimpeded
M: And honor you, I shall / for already I am preparing / an entry on my pen pal / for ours words are too fine not to be sharing.
P: Unimpeded discourse I do love, / but only after sleep's descended like a dove; / I await your post with eagerness / while I wallow in my sleepiness.
M: Well, my friend how did you fare / or your mark do you not wish to share? / Either way, tis another day / and my mind is eager to play
P: Well, good morning, my playful friend! / I hope soft sleep did visit you; / but what mark spoke we of again? / I find no other rhyme to do.
M: Oh sometimes I doth myself forget! / My apologies for making thou upset. / These days more oft than not / I speaketh in the Queen's English quite a lot.
M: In thus language, mark doth mean/ thy grade on anything. / Thus, I ask how thou fared / unless thy grade is not yet declared.
P: Ah, I see what thou dost mean. / The grade is yet to be seen, / if it be markéd still; / and if not, then then I'll wait until.
M: Well now that thy brain is at rest / and no longer nervously awaiting a test / of what shall we ponder today / to pass the day away?
P: Today? Today is thirty-eight hours long / with not a wink of sleep. / what we ponder it cannot be too deep , / for soon I'll be out, like the cadence of a song.
P: And now to bed / without a fight! / It must be said: / I'll sleep this night!
M: Good morn my friend! / Is thou well rested / or does thy slumber not yet end? / For I await my wit to be tested!