July 2010
5 posts
Oh squiggly line in my own eye fluid,
I do indeed perceive your decision
lurking and lingering like a druid
in the periphery of my vision.
But when I attempt to gaze upon you,
you become afraid and scurry away.
“Are you shy?” is my inquiry to chew.
At the hour when I no attention pay,
and my mind to another thought does fly…
I must admit it makes me most distraught
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Iambic pentameter is the bane
of my very existence on this earth.
Metaphorically it is a great train
taking away the remnants of my mirth.
Going along with the train metaphor
I’ve never been one to “toot my own horn”
but of this simple fact I am quite sure:
With a superior cranium I was born.
And yet I cannot for the life of me
Write a single line in the damn da DUM
Of...
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I enjoy composing awful sonnets-
it makes my heart sing magnificent songs…
the only rhyme to use now is “bonnets.”
My heart for the great gift of rhyming longs,
but alas, I don’t possess such a gift
and my word choices become very forced.
Through the rhyming dicitionary I sift;
The thought behind my rhymes becomes outsourced.
But even though it is a worthless...
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Dalek Haiku
I am a Dalek.
You know what’s coming next.
Well: EXTERMINATE!!
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Doctor Who, Season 5: A Sonnet
The brand spanking new doctor crash landed
taking fish custard from young Amy Pond.
But then he took off and left her stranded
Only childhood fancies maintained their bond.
Together they met beasts, angels, vampires…
they even took her fiance, Rory,
who’s human when situations get dire:
Plastic, but the hero of this story.
The line between what’s a dream and what’s...