The 12 Days of Blogger Christmas (Day 5)
"Para la Tia a Que Adoro"
When thinking of a poem to write for B
The bee I fear is buzzing in my bonnet.
At least one detail is nailed down for me.
The structure must, of course, be of a sonnet.
I do not have her writer's eye or ear
For poetry or Wigglebottom's barkin'.
So should I write a poem like Will Shakespeare,
Or maybe one a little more Petrarchan?
What do I know from trochees and iambs?
My gift is not for consonants and vowels.
B's posts would win in Eminem's rap slams.
I write about my poodle and my bowels.
The couplet's come, so please try not to heckle.
I'd give my eye to see that famous freckle.
posted by ceeelcee at 9:51 AM
6 Comments:
Fabulous yet again. This line beats all, though:
"I write about my poodle and my bowels."
Holy cow! What can I say? It's fabulous and rhymes barkin' with Petrarchan. Brilliant, brilliant, brilliant.
That is so much better than the Aunt B. loves Joe Scarborough poem that it makes me ashamed I even bothered to post it.
Hee! *giggles*
That nearly brung a tear to my eye, McCee. We know more about your bowels than your mama does, I bet.
How does one give a standing ovation online? Amazing!
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