Sonnet is Tonnes Backwards - 10/10/06
her mother made a pretty coffin nail
the size of an enormous valiant horse
and longer you stared it was a whale
her favorite of the beasts on earth, of course.
two hours flung her in to grips with charm
a smallish battle to outwit the smile
and there she stood together, save one arm
a bitter test of luck, this minute mile.
and who do you think she would call on first
this man of learning and his coat of snakes?
all mines and caverns lurking dark and curs'd
driving so lightly so's to seldom break
but all your fairly frequent tatters lie
and my eyes daring to become too dry.
the size of an enormous valiant horse
and longer you stared it was a whale
her favorite of the beasts on earth, of course.
two hours flung her in to grips with charm
a smallish battle to outwit the smile
and there she stood together, save one arm
a bitter test of luck, this minute mile.
and who do you think she would call on first
this man of learning and his coat of snakes?
all mines and caverns lurking dark and curs'd
driving so lightly so's to seldom break
but all your fairly frequent tatters lie
and my eyes daring to become too dry.