Showing posts with label Fringe. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Fringe. Show all posts

Tuesday, October 26, 2010

BONUS SONNET: Eyepatch Brigadier: In Which I Declare My Undying Love


A journey to an alternate world can
Be quite disorienting, even queer
(In that old-fashioned sense). That such a man
Exists as the great Eyepatch-Brigadier
(In Doctor Who: Inferno) leaves me stunned.
The Goatee-Spock, the Wicked Walternate
Have naught on him; he's got them all outgunned
With just a one-eyed glare. And what did cut
That fearsome Omar Little scar across
His face, and left him so bowel-chilling cold?
As mirror world chaps go, he is the boss.
Not even fair Fauxlivia could hold
A candle to him; he would blow it out
And strike her dead with just a single shout.

Sunday, August 15, 2010

Sunday Comics

No sleep, but Sunday Comics led me t'ward
My workday, willingly. I spent last night
Too late at work, alas; today my hoard
Of saved-up floppies kept my spirits bright.
Daytripper, luminous as e'er, but dull
Compared to other issues; then I took
A look at Morning Glories, which I'll cull
From my subscription list; a tawdry book
And too overt. But Fringe, I'd nearly dumped
This one, but it surprised me well. And then
A great mass of a book I'd mostly lumped
As someday reading: Rotten, which has been
My fav'rite of the day. I like my gore
With story and invention; that and more!

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