THE ONE AND ONLY SONNET OF THE LOON
November 8, 2011
Homecoming in Venice
These are pleasant as a pheasant groping
through the trash bin looking for her fancy.
These are pleasant as a pheasant hoping
to land a metric ton or two or three.
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Silly is the pheasant in her kitchen
making up a song about a muffin.
Silly is the creaminess she’s rich in.
Oily butter proves she is not bluffin’.
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Happy glides the pheasant to her lover,
gilded head to horns with bales of barley.
Happy hides the pheasant under cover
planting kisses on her demon Harley.
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The pheasant was a goodly beast of yore
and stalked down halls to still the mighty roar.
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