Friday Flash: Everyone's A Critic

Sonneteer's note: this is the sixth installment of my sonnet-by-sonnet summary of a larger work, The Interstellar Feller, to be released sometime next year. To see the story so far, check out Part the Oneth here, Part the Twoth here, Part the Threeth here, part the Fourth here and Part the Fiveth here!

The shuttle's plume of flame as it departs

Draws much attention 'round the neighborhood,

Especially that of good old Farmer Hartz

Whose field was decorated by the good

And hearty crew of Grokluator. He

Emerges from the farmhouse with a rake

He brandishes as what must surely be

His only weapon, but they are long gone,

The artists who made of his field a shrine

To Pepi's manly beauty. As the dawn

Breaks on Hartz' landscape, all that fine

Detail work is lost on the landowner

But 'mongst the news 'copters is caused a stir.