BONUS BONUS SONNET: In Which Mary And I Claim Credit For The Weather Clearing For The Big Launch

The weather threatened to delay our launch

Of LRO and L-CROSS to the moon.

A lightning storm would violate the staunch

Rulebook regarding really just how soon

We can ignite the rocket, fire it off.

So my fair tweep, Mactavish, yea, and I,

Though skeptics to the bone and prone to scoff

At magic thinking, sucked it up to try

Propitiating the great mad god Thor.

A sacrificial goat would be the best,

But hard to come by. She and I, therefore,

Winos for NASA, put this to the test:

A sweet, sweet wine tastes almost quite like mead

Could pouring some for Thor help us succeed?

SONNET DARE: In Which I Contemplate Another Poetic Form

A sonnet is not easy to dash off,
But there are harder forms to use out there.
The double-dactyl's one to make me cough:
A short and tight form, strict beyond compare.
A dactyl is a foot I cannot use
In sonnets: one stressed then two unstressed bits.
A double-dactyl stacks these up. The muse
Demands two stanzas of these; oh my wits
Are stressed to think of one foot and to write
The other! And the strictness ends not there.
A double-dactyl word must come to light
In stanza two! Oh how I'd tear my hair!
I tend most days to play it fast and loose
With iambs. Surely I would slip the noose.