Interstate Parking Lots–a Sonnet

more than 800 miles stretched before us
upon leaving home early this morning
with 300 strong horses to serve us
we conquered the road, 4 wheels a’turning

but summer’s freeways hold pitfalls galore:
roadwork, collisions, detours, and potholes
soon our horses could stretch their legs no more
the brakes were applied more than our throttles.

with technology we looked to the skies
and soon plotted a course for our horses
our new path allowed those miles to fly by
thanks to heaven for satellite choices!

our route now is open; traffic is clear
the steeds are running in their highest gear.

Studly Doright is responsible for much of this poem, most of which was composed as we sat in bumper to bumper traffic on I65.

Rescued: My Attempt at Writing a Sonnet

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.

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Second Photo by Colin Cowie Weddings.