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...
Controls are fried! The ship is dead in space!
And if we may remind you, no one knows
Just where or when it is in the first place.
That Field Maneuver -- randomly it goes
Through all dimensions. That's how it escapes
The Grokulator's foes. Now it's adrift
Around that unnamed planet. Only shapes
And muted colors can be seen. But swift!
Pepito launches deep into the gloom
Aboard the good ship's bridge, unerring, sure,
As if he knew just how to stave off doom
And silence all the klaxons. Seems his cure
Did more than just revive him! Now he grabs
A console wire, poised o'er his flesh, and jabs!
Friday, July 30, 2010
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I love it! Sci fi sonnet, this is brilliant.
ReplyDeleteThank you, Jen. This is an on-going saga. There's something close to a year's worth. I add another sonnet to the story every Friday. Glad you dig it!
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