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Quatrain Sonnet Poems | Quatrain Poems About Sonnet
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I love to swap things with my friends.
Today I’ve got a recipe
to offer you. Please send me yours.
Let’s make some “soup” with poetry.
Mine starts with seven cups of fresh
strict meter. Just one brand will do;
that’s iambic pentameter.
For spicy sonnet flavor, you
add just a pinch of all of these:
A B A B, C D C D,
E F E F. Stir well before
you add the special spice—G G.
Add meats and veggies. Metaphors,
hyperboles, and similes
add robust taste to sonnet soup.
Add more—whichever ones you please.
Bring to a boil. Then cook on low
to medium two hours. Before
you serve it, taste. Does it taste great—
or not? Does it need something more?
April 28, 2017 entered in Brian Strand's Premier May Contest: 25-line max, any topic or form
Copyright © Janice Canerdy | Year Posted 2017
Come live with me, and be my mistress!
No old-fashioned “man and wife”!
We’ll share the things you have in common …
Who wants to live the single life?
Come live with me, and do my washing.
Cook my dinner, iron my shirts:
And when I’ve squandered all your money,
I’ll show you how love really hurts …
Come live with me, and have my children.
Change their diapers, clean the loo:
And when you fall in bed, exhausted,
I’ll find you something else to do …
Come live with me, and pay the mortgage.
Work your fingers to the bone.
I’ll splash out on a brand new motor!
Ten to one, we’ll lose our home …
Come live with me, and dwell in Limbo.
Lose your looks, and break your health:
And when you’ve lost your youth and beauty,
I’ll go shack up with someone else!
With apologies to W. Shakespeare
Copyright © Frances King | Year Posted 2009