Picture of Joseph Grimaldi by George Cruikshank
Welcome back. As I said Friday, hectic schedule, thus no music post this morning either, and I chose this particular sonnet for its low bar vis a vis explanation. I'm writing this on my phone and without the hard copy in front of me.
This was written during my overly prolific spurt last summer. It's one of my technical exercises, sonnets (and a few baudy limericks) that were purely experiments in writing. This is a Crybin Variant with a mirrored sestet, ABBACDDC EFGGFE.
Alliterative Aberration #109 The simple silly slob sinks stupid seals Beneath bombastic bellows burning bright. While whipping wavy waters, what a fright, They never knew that no one hears their peals. Entrapped in endless effervescent flows, Forever finding failures from the first Tenacious trying task to be immersed As apples all apparently disclose. My tongue is twisted terribly tis true, My melancholic mastery mistakes Alliterative aspects all along Humongous humor's hearkened to my song. A short and shoddy shiftless fool who shakes Politely the pernicious pickles too. Frank Garnick © Copyright The Archer's March 31 July 2022
As the title suggests, this was an exercise in alliteration. I hope the title also removes any high falutin expectations of elevated sonnetry. A friend bought me the Paul McCartney book Lyrics last year. I read through the two volume set twice over the course of two months worth of Saturdays. The Beatles wrote serious stuff, but they never shied away from silliness when the wild hare found its target, and I wanted my experiment to be silly. I think I nailed it on both goals. You tell me what you think. Yes, I had fun with this one.
Thank you for reading and have a wonderful day. I hope my schedule settles back into a less exciting pace and I can return to writing. I haven't penned a sonnet since the 25th of July and I'm getting antsy.
Or buy me a coffee. (I can't seem to add the link on my phone. Oh well.) Again, have a wonderful day.
Preposterous mimsy. The dude to which you allude, is grim and arty, moldy and old, like Paul McCartney. I shall not give up the day job, I am but a phoney. Puffed up, like a powdered Macaroni. Forgive me. I have been at the gin.