Red the moor like a sea till the end of the world and grey the sea and grey the mist low over the sea and me and you and nobody else till the end of the world I've cowardly written my Bible three words drawn with my foot in the long long sand from the sky to the sea You read them and you laughted you laughted a big long laugh as you were afraid that moment would end or last till the end of the world
'Old it, flash, bang, wallop, what a picture What a picture, what a photograph Poor old soul, blimey, what a joke Hat blown off in a cloud of smoke Clap 'ands, stamp yer feet Bangin' on the big bass drum What a picture, what a picture Um-tiddly-um-pum-um-pum-pum Stick it in your fam'ly album
I have seen many rhyming scheems on "sonnets", but I have not seen this patern before. Also, I don't see the clearly defined "14" lines. Just my observations.
you are technically speaking about poetry. what a wonderful tautology. i used the word sonnet in the title of this collection of works, just as a tribute to my friend william. his sonnets have been along this year a company, if not a consolation however, i'm sorry to have hurt your sensibility. In my next life, i'll always stick to iambic pentameters. I promise
