Sonneteer's note: this is the latest installment of an on-going sonnet serial, Pepito Mojito: The Interstellar Feller. New readers can get up to speed by clicking on the "Interstellar Feller" tag below to bring up all installments. Start at the bottom and read your way up to today's...
As Pepi whips up rounds and rounds of drinks,
He can't but notice no one takes a sip
But all are reaching out for one. He thinks
This somewhat odd, but it's been an odd trip
So far. He keeps on mixing, muddling, smiles
At last when, as he passes the last cup,
His red-skinned hosts assemble now in files.
Their leader stands, then all are bottoms up.
Pepito looks around, and soon is stunned.
They crowd around him close, their eyes awhirl
(All three of them) emitting a strange hum.
Pepito is bewildered. Then the girl,
Their leader, grabs his shoulders. Pepi stares
In to her swirling eyes, forgets his cares.
Thursday, January 28, 2010
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Yes, it has been an odd trip for Pepito!
ReplyDeleteIntriguing drink. And the leader, just like Medusa, can make the person staring into her eyes forget.
Lovely sonnet.
Kate, you painted such a vivid picture with so few words - very well-done!
ReplyDeleteThanks for the comments, guys - it is so good to know people are reading & caring about poor Pepito ;)
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