Based on the reaction from my last two posts, I fear being lambasted for this one. I realize that most of you were disappointed that “Marshmallow Mateys” wasn’t a sonnet. But it was so much more: it was love. I also know that most of you will do one or more of the following to this post and this sonnet:
(a) Count the number of lines
(b) Check that the rhyme scheme is ababcdcdefefgg
(c) Find some grammatical error
(d) Fall madly in love with me for my Shakespearean talent
That is okay.
Happy Sunshine Day
Oh hearken to this happy sunshine day
A sparrow sings its hymns of joyful years,
And butterflies above this month of May
Come kiss and greet the morn? as it appears.
Alas a car pulls over yonder hill.
A merry family gazes at the sight
Of open fields of daisies lying still,
And golden wheat that dances in the light.
And hast thou seen the glory over there?
A silken rabbit hidden in the grass
That jumps and skips in mirth and with out care
And leaps onto a cool and rocky path.
But Goodyear screeches out a loud ?Hello!?
And splatters out that silken poor fellow.