Weekly Sonnet 29

William Bradford (Dramatic!)

All the summer there was no want. It’s just
a plain pantsuit! Goodie Dickson (because
it is her name; because she cannot have
another in her life!) would say, “access-
ories make an outfit.” Be gaudly.

Our splendid cornucopia would bust!
Because a pumpkin pie slice will not halve
itself, fit up our houses and recess
against winter. Be witness, God: our flaws!

Cranberry sauce shows no resilience
in an opaque can though yams do oddly.
May and Flower: bless you with our presence.
Miss Wanda Sykes says (tolerance gone south)
“I’m playing a goddam apple!?” (no mouth!)