Summer Sonnet
Like corporate annual reports,
Odes to summer, are, I confess,
Not among my favourite thoughts;
They're things I write under duress.
But having decided I would write one,
I sit, sweating, with pursed lips,
Should I make it funny, a light one?
Glib, nonsensical, even - gasp - flip?
(Alas! I'm using up the quota
Of lines the classic sonnet permits.
I wouldn't mind if it was shorter.
A full fourteen lines can be the pits.
Only two more lines? What a bummer!)
Oh well. Here's my poem: I hate summer.
Written for, and read at, the Bombay Summer read-meet.
Odes to summer, are, I confess,
Not among my favourite thoughts;
They're things I write under duress.
But having decided I would write one,
I sit, sweating, with pursed lips,
Should I make it funny, a light one?
Glib, nonsensical, even - gasp - flip?
(Alas! I'm using up the quota
Of lines the classic sonnet permits.
I wouldn't mind if it was shorter.
A full fourteen lines can be the pits.
Only two more lines? What a bummer!)
Oh well. Here's my poem: I hate summer.
Written for, and read at, the Bombay Summer read-meet.
Labels: poetry
Selected by zigzackly |
01:26 |
1 Comments:
Hahaha. That's a good one Peter. Written in the stifling heat inside an auto it seems!
But there seems to be a contradiction. Your summer article of some time back said you loved summer, the golas and all that stuff. Or is it my mistaken assumption?
Also why didn't you use the 4+4+4+2 format?
J
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