BONUS BONUS SONNET: Mea Culpa, Mea Culpa, Meus Equus Parvus

Miss Ribken, O my wise and gentle friend,

Who was so kind this morning as to share,

This madness, Horsey Planet, to no end

But generosity! T'was most unfair

Of me to repay such as such I did.

My tweeting fingers sometimes, on their own

Share naughtiness from deep within my id,

Which id loves now and then to hear a groan

Of anguish at a pun or inside joke.

I hope Brent Weichsel's mash-up was a cure

For earworm torment. I know I provoke

A further dose of wrath, in fact I'm sure,

By naming here the song for readers: it's

"My Little Pony." May it cause no fits.

In Which I Share My Cure For Earworms

It happens now and then to one and all:
A song plays in our brains in endless loops.
It's rarely one we like but we're in thrall
E'en worse when one we hate makes us its dupes.
Sometimes inflicting them becomes a game
(As Netta Ribken oft accuses me),
In which one tries to implant the most lame
Tune of them all with much unholy glee.
However, I am armed 'gainst these attacks.
The secret arsenal within my brain
Has Schubert's "Trout Quintet" upon its stacks.
Not only does it cancel lesser tunes;
It well evokes an angler's afternoons.