Sonnets, and Not Even Nine A.M. Yet

The Great and Powerful Zeno has issued a sonnet-writing challenge, but anyone who knows him from the Haiku Smackdown is well aware of his talents and wouldn’t go up against him without liquid courage and a double-dog dare.

Instead, I set HIM a challenge: “OK, impress me. Use my new motto, and have it before I wake up in the morning.” And this is what he had waiting for me:

“If you want to make God laugh, tell him your plans; if you want to make him wince, tell him mine”

Ah, there but for the grace of God go I.
Knee deep in rats, arm in a sling and spraying
Lysol on a keyboard. There’s the sigh
That signals tight wound nerve ends almost fraying.
Ants marching two by two, or is it four,
Across the kitchen looking like they’re playing
Games on Mindy’s brightly polished floor;
They only came to visit, now they’re staying.
And in the background Molly gets the mail
Again, despite the fact for her the jury’s out,
While Mr Orkin’s looking rather pale,
His shiny face displaying mammoth doubt.
Your plans may make God laugh, but tell him mine
And you will see him wince at his design.

Only mild applause please for the Elizabethan, save it for the Petrarchan…

“There is a particular wry type of smile your stories evoke… you might consider trademarking it!”

There is a certain wry, unconscious smile
Evoked by words that tumble from your pen;
To the extent that sometimes now and then
One stops and wonders whether it’s your style
Or content, because both tend to beguile
The reader as he ponders. Other men
May think you’re strong and tough, but I know when
These written signals mark another milestone
On your path to safety, peace and health.
Your heart will almost always guide you through
the danger but your underlying wealth
Is found in friendships forged along the way.
Ten thousand readers will agree you’re due
A holiday from this unneeded stealth.

Being unsure which motto was meant, I did a doubler… two for the price of one, and cheap at half the price.

Bravo, Zeno. You.are.magic.

0 Responses to Sonnets, and Not Even Nine A.M. Yet

  1. zeno March 9, 2005 at 7:18 am #

    Ahhhh, it were nothin’!!

    “want”… You want a piece a me????

  2. lizardek March 9, 2005 at 7:24 am #

    Color me blown away. wow.

  3. Gail March 9, 2005 at 7:29 am #

    Zeno IS amazing.

  4. jilbur March 9, 2005 at 7:44 am #

    You want a piece a me????

  5. jilbur March 9, 2005 at 7:45 am #

    FCKINGRATBSTARD html, rrrrrghhhhhhhhh
    later—yeh, right! like, after another 2 cups o’coffee.

  6. jMom March 9, 2005 at 7:49 am #

    Maestro!  Word is “yes,” as in “… you da man!”

  7. Lisa March 9, 2005 at 8:13 am #

    Very impressive.

    Word: Through. As in “you’ll be through soon!”.

  8. lissa March 9, 2005 at 8:15 am #

    Ain’t that a kick in the head. (My word: head) Zeno, I bow to your powerful, creative wordsmithing. (bow bow scrape scrape)

  9. Lizzie March 9, 2005 at 9:07 am #

    Whew!  Is it too early for some liquid courage…I need a stiff one after reading that!

    DRINK…I mean, a drink!!

  10. zeno March 9, 2005 at 9:31 am #

    LIZZIE… fnar!!

  11. Ozarkyn March 9, 2005 at 12:25 pm #

    I confess that I love the Bard. I can’t write like that, but I take refuge in the probability that he would have been a terrible engineer.

    Nice work, Zeno… Please, tell me you aren’t an engineer….

  12. Mac March 9, 2005 at 2:43 pm #

    OT (though I love the sonnets)…

    fnar???? Tell me please, what is this “fnar”?

    Perhaps is French?

    To know is to want.
    (word is “want”)

  13. Kim March 9, 2005 at 8:39 pm #

    Wow. Duly impressed. No one ever writes sonnets for ME.

  14. zeno March 9, 2005 at 10:08 pm #

    “fnar” is that snorty noise that immature men make when someone says something that could be construed (tenuously) as rude. i.e. “hehehe, you said boob… fnar”.

    Oz, no I’m not an engineer though If I were I would be a good one (I have a slide rule pocket in all my trousers)!

    “been”… has been, yes I am

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