An English Geek Rationalizes Pop-Culture
Sonnet by Billy CollinsAll we need is fourteen line, well, thirteen now,and after this one just a dozento launch a little ship on love's storm-tossed seas,then only ten more left like rows of beans.How easily it goes unless you get Elizabethanand insist the iambic bongos must be playedand rhymes positioned at the ends of lines,one for every station of the cross.But hang on here while we make the turninto the final six where all will be resolved,where longing and heartache will find an end,where Laura will tell Petrarch to put down his pen,take off those crazy medieval tights,blow out the lights, and come at last to bed.
Aw, I like it. Nice one Lynne.
Thanks, Billy Collins is my favorite poet.