Sonnet Dare: In Which I Flirt With Trapping Myself In My Own Brain Loop

My expectations, met by District Nine

And yet not met... now just what does that mean?

This query, posed to me today online

Set me upon a path that, sight unseen

Is surely dangerous for me to tread.

Just as the centipede's dilemma does

Pose quite a threat to my poor tender head,

A hoops snake's shape looms also, just because

I try now to recall just what they were,

Those expectations I had, going in

To see the film. 'Tis tricky, memory:

I think back on my hopes with much chagrin,

Is what I think I hoped changed now, for me,

By what the actual exper'ience brought?

My circuits overload; my brain grows hot.

In Which Black Super Ants Are Blamed

The next time all your lights go out you may

Pause for a moment ere you make that call

To yell at your utility, OK?

Another cause may be at work, is all

I want here to suggest. Take Gloucestshire,

At Hidcote Manor's gardens have been found

A Lasius neglectus band, a pure

Unholy nuisance: black ants who are bound

To be drawn to electric currents more

Than even food and drink. These Asian ants

Can thus cause black-outs, fires by the score

And vastly outbreed natives. There's a chance

That they're already over here as well,

Ant overlords who'll make our lives a hell.

BONUS SONNET DARE: Jiminy The (Chocolate-Covered?) Flightless Vomiting Cricket

Sometimes there really is no stopping me,
Inspired by a cricket as I am.
And what a cricket: blood and guts and squee!
(That last is me, though I suppose it can
Make noises like that if it likes). This one,
Acanthoplus discoidalis cannot
Fly off or fight too well, yet has a fun
And fabulous defense when it is caught:
It bleeds green nasty goo, then vomits all
Its last meal so the lizard spits it out!
If other lizards see this wherewithal
They leave the bug alone. Let's give a shout!
For, e'en if it were chocolate-coated, it
Would be a poor hors d'œuvre, you must admit.