Thursday, June 7, 2007

Weekly Sonnet 5

It’s a boy’s name, really

She has the visage of the parrot hailed
with a trashy pink but has now been jailed.
Ah! these over-willing Dolly Hazes
propagate their hedonist businesses.
(Is it box-and-spring or some kind of foam?)
Yes, we’re too lazy to be even dazed
or accept subtlety in feminists’
fourth wave. Recall Imus when we amazed?

Your life will fill a large-print summer-tome.
No prude am I to scoff snidely at Best
Week Ever
. (Does irony still exist?)
“Nappy” in Third Wave is the crueler jest
but no Hilton will ever know a weave,
nor, after, how sexy to have relief.

No comments:

Post a Comment