Thursday, April 13, 2017

rooster au vin

rooster au vin

Out on the faraway of Spring
the wraiths tap-dance atop the fields,
with cackling laughs, their magic wield
inviting innocent to swing.

Our donkey left the barn last night
pursuing, so, a gracious mare,
a whir became on stardom glare
enchanting young jennets on sight!

The chickens started to escape
because of a bewitching coq
au vin in sauce, was cooked in wok
- his specter blitzed on Concord grape.

Our precious cow (miss World was called)
wore ten inch spikes, a mini dress
and jumping round, fast to egress,
engaged the night - wild-thing, un-stalled.

Two versing hogs were cuckoo-spelled
and oinking Shakespeare's sixth sonnet,
spiraled afar, thus treasured pets
on website poetry excelled.

This Pandemonium's trick song
our grandma sang; her broomstick climbed,
with a 'yeehaw' she left and rhymed
new magic flying to Hong Kong.

Nigh this Catastrophe's attacks,
the neighbor's daughter dressed like ghost
to whistling sent her sweet riposte
and much was kissed, upon the stacks.

© 12/19/2013 Georgios Venetopoulos, all rights reserved
(Iambic tetrameter)