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...
Our Captain, Droze, now clears his throats. "My Queen,"
He says after a moment. "Quodlaro
And I would like a word now. We're quite keen
To have some questions answered-- "No. Now go,"
She interrupts. "But, how is it that he" --
They point to Pepi -- "Suddenly knows how
To fly the Grokulator?" "Silence!" She
Forgets, though, that her ev'ry word is now
No longer their desire. As they've flown
Through space and time, all craven, now they feel,
These cacogens, ill-used. Now, to the bone
(Or exoskeleton, for some), the real
And white-hot anger rises. They surround
Yectara and Pepito, all unbound.Tweet