It's the end of the month, and with it I bring my final seven sonnets for a goal on The List:
027. Write 1 sonnet per day for 1 monthHonestly it's a relief to finish these. Sonnet-writing is not as fun as I seem to remember. Nor as easy.
Originally I'd planned to do something fun for this last week and write sonnets about anime, but the first and last ones here...aren't. But they're still kind of light-hearted and silly...
Daylight Savings Messes Up My Body Clock (And My Brain)
Alas, I planned to write of anime,
Of characters fictional and adored,
Yet as I sat down to my great dismay,
My brain did refuse and my thoughts all snored.
Tis folly to write with a mind like this,
With a head so clouded by cotton wool,
All quick-witted phrases have gone amiss--
My mind is no longer a sharpened tool.
Yet this foolish errand I shall not yield,
For on the morrow I will try again,
In hope that my thoughts do fly far afield,
To write wittily with digital pen.
Today there is something to place the blame:
Daylight Savings is its infernal name.
(This happens every damn year, and it always takes a good week for me to get used to everything being an hour different...)
An Egg By Any Other
Name Could Not Be Beat
Do you see the great unbeatable Egg?
Wrapped up in his spandex suit of yellow,
Red gloves and boots on each strong fist and leg,
With his white cape he's a superb fellow!
See at his side the serious Toaster,
Young, that cyborg disciple of metal,
Admired is he: a boy of the poster,
His verbosity does the Egg nettle.
Yet together this duo save the earth,
(Albeit the Toaster often gets wreck'd)
Such heroes as these are of immense worth,
As monsters defeated, the sales are check'd.
For the best bargains are found before lunch,
So the Egg beats the monster with one punch.
(A sonnet about One Punch Man, because it's ridiculous and I love it)
(A sonnet about One Punch Man, because it's ridiculous and I love it)