Saturday, January 2, 2010

Interstellar Feller: In Which A Party Is Caught Red-Handed

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.....

A swiftly flowing stream meets Pepi's gaze,
Its course through red sands straight and finely cut --
So much so that, we say, though it amaze
Us fully, it just can't be natural. What
We see is a canal! The cacogens
Move quickly to connect to it a pump
And hoses and a tank. Pepito's friends
Replenish thus the ship's reserves. Then thump!
Some dense projectile's impact sounds upon
The tank's side! Pepi hears a battle cry
And sees a squad of angry red men on
The far side of the water. Do or die,
Their fierce expressions seem to say. "Um, hey..."
Is all Pepito seems able to say.

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