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Dog Dancing
“Never give a sword to a man who can’t dance.”
--Confucius.
The dapper dalmatians decided to come
to town on Thursday night, because they
knew that’s when the sweet but dumb
girlie dachshunds were completely okay
with burning hunks of canine spotted love.
They twirled and teased in their pleated skirts
while dog stars twinkled happily far above--
dancing hot like very sexy frankfurts.
Then the pampered poodles showed up,
and those perfumed posers tried to steal
the long ladies from those speckled pups;
but the girls spurned them--honoring their deal
with the tall freckled boys who brought them;
since the ladies were all dusky gems.
Glenn Buttkus
Sonnet
Posted over at dVerse Poets Pub MTB
8 comments:
Bravo! Bravo! This made my day - thank you for sharing.
Good for those girls Glenn. Admiring the enjambments of your sonnet. Cheers!!
Nice line: "dancing hot like very sexy frankfurts."
Ah, well done! Well done!
You have the enjambment down perfectly, and - dog-gone it! - the humor was spot on. :)
Great sonnet, Glenn
Your sonnet made me smile, Glenn!
Love the charm of this... I can see the lady and the tramp in this as well.
Yay! I love this enchanting sonnet!
This is a great piece Glenn. To hell eith those arrogant poodles. I finally posted a second sonnet trying Jilly's enjambment. Wrote a kinda counter culture take on Wonderland. BTW- I think Citrocel is good for enjambment...
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