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...
'Tis thus quite in flagrante, their queen's state,
In which they catch her when they burst on in,
Our mutineers. The ancient and her mate
Have our Yectara quite absorbed in sin --
Though Pepi's none too active, merely stares
Up at the chamber's ceiling, unconcerned
With how he's being used. We doubt he cares,
Wherever he has got to, e'en when burned
By laser fire (some trigger fingers can't
Be readily restrained; thus the surprise
Is not one). Soon Yectara hears the chant
"Surrender!" led by Tribruno. Her eyes
Grow narrow; they're in hearing range; she speaks
But Doctor Vuhl's solution holds. She weeps.
Friday, May 14, 2010
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