He wondered if his verse was made for mules
or chickens cackling their jazzy tales;
composing dull sonnets was chased by bulls,
by elegant giraffes and crazy snails.
Amid the donkeys, in his country cot,
while gulping spirits the pig-farmer writes;
his scrawl becomes a cultivated naught
and straight he quaffs one more for his insights.
The detrimental muse of his confused
absconding inspiration, though, evades
poetics so much alcohol-abused
and drinking up the Absinth liquor, fades.
The prompting advent of a healthy burp
made pigs and chickens to comment 'superb'!
© 06-27-2013, G. Venetopoulos, All Rights Reserved
(English sonnet, Iambic pentameter
or chickens cackling their jazzy tales;
composing dull sonnets was chased by bulls,
by elegant giraffes and crazy snails.
Amid the donkeys, in his country cot,
while gulping spirits the pig-farmer writes;
his scrawl becomes a cultivated naught
and straight he quaffs one more for his insights.
The detrimental muse of his confused
absconding inspiration, though, evades
poetics so much alcohol-abused
and drinking up the Absinth liquor, fades.
The prompting advent of a healthy burp
made pigs and chickens to comment 'superb'!
© 06-27-2013, G. Venetopoulos, All Rights Reserved
(English sonnet, Iambic pentameter
