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...
Yectara's tears move many; all have basked
In her affections; sweetest mem'ry stirs
E'en though her voice cannot, and all unasked
A handkerchief is proffered. This occurs,
Alas, as tempers still are running high:
The gesture earns more laser fire. An arm
Is lost! Blue ichor sprays! Now hurt and shy
A limb, the cacogen wishes all harm
Upon the eager mutineer who jumped
To wrong conclusions. Scuffles then ensue
Within those tiny quarters. Has this trumped
Tribuno's plans? But no way opens through
For queen or creaking ancient, nor will they
Leave poor Pepito helpless in the fray.
Friday, May 21, 2010
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