Well, another rough week for updates--blame it on tax time, insomnia, or the fact I neglected to bring my thumb drive to work today. New reviews are coming, but in the meantime, enjoy this bit of b-movie poetry (B-Sonnet?) by the Vicar!
The Readiness is All
I've filed my toenails down to sharpened points
and practiced crawling up the castle walls;
built up my pecs and stretched out all my joints
so I can crazy-walk down darkened halls.
I've spent hours at the glass perfecting glares
and teasing out the gray hairs in my ears;
and I can creep down cobweb-covered stairs
without breaking one strand--that took me years.
So when those teenagers' car has a flat
and they come to my door to use the phone
(my cell reception's nil--imagine that!),
I'll greet them with a polished, chilling groan,
Listen impassively, invite them in--
and then, whoa Nelly! Let the show begin!
You can read more of the Vicar's horror sonnets here.
Friday, April 17, 2009
Vicar-ious Verse: The Readiness is All
Posted by The Vicar of VHS at 9:39 AM
Labels: Mad Poetry, Non-Review Posts
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2 comments:
Shakespeare would be proud.
Maybe.
Pfft. Shakespeare's a piffle. I've written TWICE as many sonnets as he did. Quantity, not quality, THAT'S my motto! ;)
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