What's in a Name?

The teacher recollects the name
from somewhere eons in her past
and asks if it’s the name of fruit,
that’s sweetened way beyond the sweet
to a crystalised solid cast.
Nay, not this name, for there’s no shame
in responding with a spondee,
unlike Shakespeare’s pentameter
that places stress on second sound,
in dynamic dulcet delight,
or expanded cacophony.
Not having seen these twin morphemes,
or even heard them this year past,
the teacher smiles her droll recall –
and agrees with young Juliet
who, when at the Capulet ball
lamenting how unfair her fate
did ask, “What’s in a name?”
Yes, It’s just a name, after all!