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...
The Grokulator's armed! Nobody knew;
It's queen would really rather flee than fight.
But she's not its first owner; it's been through
A series of possessors. Now its bright
And puissant weapons target themselves on
The unknown planet. Pepi barks out "FIRE!"
And twists Yectara's arm some more. The dawn
The denizens just saw's their last; the ire
Of this, their erstwhile captive now destroys
Not just a city but the planet! BOOM!
Such weapons as Yectara's ship employs
Indeed can spell out anybody's doom.
And she's left wond'ring just what she has brought
Aboard her ship. He's not the man she thought...
Friday, August 13, 2010
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