Sonnet to ButterHere's a sonnet to butterSonnet to Butter5 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Why write this thing you ask?
Well don't get all aflutter
Alexiuss set me this task
I love to spread with a knife
Love to spread it on my toast
I want butter to be my wife
Father, Son and Holy Ghost
Now whilst some of you think butter's great
Most of you will think of me as mad
Well let me tell you how my love started mate
I was influenced by my dad
Now I've confessed my love of butter to you
Won't you join me here and admit that you love butter too?
Superbly RefinedThe sun was just beginning to set when Cyrus and his sister Luci finally began the brief walk downhill to the fairgrounds. Every summer the usually desolate area began a beehive of activity, the kind of social event that Cyrus could never understand and would usually avoid. Luci made it very hard for him to do so, however. She always enjoyed the bright lights of the Ferris Wheel and Tilt-a-whirl, but because none of her friends wanted to get near him with so much as a ten-foot pole it became his duty as her brother and sole guardian to drive her there.Superbly Refined5 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
“I think you’re old enough to go by yourself now,” he stated, his voice joining the cacophony of others making their way down to the main gates. Though he had complied, it did not mean he would not complain.
“Yea, but mom would kill you,” answered the pale haired youth beside him, “Besides, I can’t drive yet.” She added as an afterthought.
Slightly annoyed by the way the night the way was a
ListenA crash of thunderListen5 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
from clouds in the sky,
A honk of the horn
from cars passing by,
The aimless chatter
of crowds in the street,
The rustle of leaves
as air feels the heat,
The pound of a heart
A tempo. A beat.