After completing my anagram poem I wondered if I could handle a sonnet. I found an instructional video on Youtube (shown below) and gave it the old college try. Shakespeare might just be rolling in agony within the confines of his grave. Poor bard.
Rescued
Gathered together in sight of their friends
Bride’s I do’s were uttered, intoned in fear,
When knight came a’gallop to make amends
Solemn priest looked alarmed, groom smirked a sneer.
Handsome knight leaned low, offered bride strong hand,
She blushed, smiled sweetly, swung into his arms.
As he turned and hastened back to his land
All present could see the work of his charms.
Scorned groom gave chase, apprehended the pair
Drew from his scabbard, his sword formed in doom
Flicked once with a vengeance, sliced through the air
Brave knight placed himself ‘twixt lady and groom.
Knight rests now beneath battlefield so bare
While poor lady dwells in cruel groom’s lair.
Second Photo by Colin Cowie Weddings.
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