Pretty Eyes - Shakespearean Sonnet
Trochaic Pentameter
Pretty eyes that show such deep affection
make the joy bells chime this day in my heart.
Why should I now be her great selection
most think she's a wondrous piece of fine art.
My head resonates bell loudly ringing
like to tintinnabulary paean.
Eyes that make the chimes to peal with singing
say this male thinks he's a blessed peon.
Lovely eyes that goad both feet to dancing,
they don't mind the lookers' gaze and smiles then.
Toes now take this happy swain to prancing -
I am high above the hoi polloi's ken.
Color me all lucky; Joan is my gift.
Life is great for me, Bill; hey, what a lift!
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