For A Newspaper Lady, Do I Write my Poesy
A Sonnet, Dedicated to the lovely T----
In tiny Hoots a lone newspaper woman
Patrols the taverns, pubs, and chain eateries
In constant search of what? Perhaps... the Truth?
Perhaps Bigfoot is what she seeks to find.
In Hoots one must pack heat, so unawares
Will not be her when appears in gory horror
Undead abominations shuffling past
The local campus, mumbling sickly groans
In search... oh my... the damned, unholy cry:
Brains!! -- Brains!! -- You hear their call!? -- Brains!!
They seek to satisfy a hunger never
Capable of satiation. So with the true
and loyal Mabel next to her, our gal,
Newscoma, will tread her beat with diligence.
*****
A gift for you, because you seem a little frazzled right now and deserving of one. That, and I haven't tried my hand at blank verse in a while. I hope you like this bit of doggerel.
PS: Blank verse is hard.
In tiny Hoots a lone newspaper woman
Patrols the taverns, pubs, and chain eateries
In constant search of what? Perhaps... the Truth?
Perhaps Bigfoot is what she seeks to find.
In Hoots one must pack heat, so unawares
Will not be her when appears in gory horror
Undead abominations shuffling past
The local campus, mumbling sickly groans
In search... oh my... the damned, unholy cry:
Brains!! -- Brains!! -- You hear their call!? -- Brains!!
They seek to satisfy a hunger never
Capable of satiation. So with the true
and loyal Mabel next to her, our gal,
Newscoma, will tread her beat with diligence.
*****
A gift for you, because you seem a little frazzled right now and deserving of one. That, and I haven't tried my hand at blank verse in a while. I hope you like this bit of doggerel.
PS: Blank verse is hard.
posted by Lee | 5:07 PM
1 Comments:
That is beautiful. I'm going to print it out and put it in a frame to hang on my wall.
You are wonderful, my cyber friend.
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