For Chaiya, Omaduan, and Rhailin
Posted by
Rodrigo on
Monday, March 31, 2008 (PST) |
| This was a submission for Debardchery 2000, whose theme was "The Little People". I chose to try something different: a bit of poetry honoring our three smallest members based on the rules taught in a recent Arts and Sciences session by the Widow Montoya. I didn't win but did have fun! |
For Chaiya, Omaduan, and Rhailin
(A Petrarchan Sonnet for the Little People)
One gay morning in July
Through cool gray mists just barely seen
‘cross flowered field and verdant green
Three wee folk garbed saw I.
One walked with hound with bright brown eye
One in horrid plaid did preen
One with hair of reddish sheen
A lilting tune did cry.
Our peace now shattered beyond recall
Enticed by songs on breezes borne
All eyes upon them as they strode
Lime green boots held us in thrall
All on that damp gray misty morn
In fair Cloondara’s green abode.
And a Lyric for the Rest
Why look you so sad, wee little man,
Surrounded by music and wenches?
I bet you would swap your gold, pot, and pan
For a dingus of more than three inches!
Don Rodrigo Bernardez
July 8, AS XXXV
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