Friday, August 27, 2010

The Interstellar Feller: In Which A Reign Is Short

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...

How many cities burned? How many died
From this destructive tantrum Pepi's thrown?
How did he turn from love to genocide?
The reason for this change is yet unknown,
For ere the crew's reaction can be seen,
And ere Yectara's anger can be felt,
Pepito's eyes roll backwards; with a keen
Of anguish does he clutch his head. No welt
Or sign of any blow appears except
The force with which he draws back now. He floats
Unconscious once again. Formerly kept
Onboard, a sort of pet, he now may prove
A liability. It's time to move!

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