I've thought of a sonnet to write

because I'm humane and poetic

'tis ode to all sapient conditions

and a species of utterly pathetic

You've plugged into something new

'tis the stuff of making men famous

your pen voice channels true center

well invoking an important thought

You're my biggest fan here now, high up on the final heap

Your poem makes me want to cry, a pantomime sad and deep

The book is a cloverleaf, that leads to my salvation

The truth of me, and of you, strapped on a pink carnation

Your last 9 paragraphs on PADI Cake, PADI Cake

read like a fame novel from a great writer's past


Your recent ode entries, soothing transmissions

shift into gears I've always known you did have

To turn that frown upside down

Put some seltzer down you pants

Be the silly jolly clown

Who delights in song and dance


To play upon seize the day

Toss those tart grapes in the bin

Be the inner child of yay!

Who takes brickbat on the chin


To get those sour grapes to croon

Let giddy whim be your guide

Be the goofy looney tune

Who lets smarting slip and slide

Your poems are winning, hitting like a blackjack 21

swishing as game ending championship 3-pointers

Emulating a one move 50 pt. Scrabble tourney score

your solid sonnets are Knights on King Queen forks

They're fresh grilled albacore w/lemon tartar sauce

a Haagen-Dazs sundae w/dollop of whipping cream

Your monumental odes tip Mt. Everest's inspiration

the rhyming kite you're flying 'tis quite high indeed!

One more day to rise and shine

Sweet grapes ripe upon the vine

Another shot to drink fine wine

Before we sink into the brine


One more day to seal the deal

Currents strong against the keel

Another dawn to take the wheel

Before we bed the bluefin reel


One more day to make the most

Clear skies bright along the coast

Another dusk to make a toast

Before we meet the on high host

Well now that's a great poem

contains both humor and joy,

and one very happy little boy


With healthy food, warm bed

the care of one strong mother

indeed quite uplifting brother

A poem a day

Meat for the mind

A bit of prose

Oft set to rhyme


A poem a day

Perhaps one more

Off and on three

Or even four


A poem a day

Sway for the soul

A pinch of pap

Words on a roll


A poem a day

Most fruitful bread

Fit comfort food

For pith well fed

Sarcasms and cynicisms

poison sugar cinnamons'

sad miserable ways to go

Karen began with the Rhoades Brothers,

back in the California Republicans of '73

"Tourists go home!" Peter cries cynically

he shouts it proudly, lips curling his glee

'Pon road rages in a fast-food fight,

big coliseum riot two wrongs right

at the drop of hat over no big thing

fisticuffs before we step in the ring


Sucker punch at a drunk bars stool

while Mr. T escalates I pity the fool

Karens and Kens aping rant videos

rotting to the core this reality show

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