August 06, 2007

TROCHA-SPONDALOOPIAN SONNET


          The Spondee

No such foot exists in English,
     SOME SAY.
Tell them otherwise? Theyíll whistle
     NO WAY.
Even if youíre heading north to
     GREEN BAY--
Driving through a freezing blizzard
     ALL DAY
Stuffed inside a green and purple
     DOWN COAT
Fighting off a virus plus a
     SORE THROAT
They will still be adamant-- but
     DONíT GLOAT,
Donít insist their hocus pocus
     WONíT FLOAT.
Even though they know that they are
     ALL WET,
Donít expect that theyíll admit itó
     NOT YET.
Just relax, and itíll happen,
     NO SWEAT.
Could it take another decade?
     YOU BET.
They will say, How silly of me,
     HO HO!--
(Will they add theyíre very sorry?
     HELL NO.)

—Marilyn Taylor

Posted by dwaber at August 6, 2007 01:13 PM