Sunday, March 28, 2021

What's the Name of that Tennis Game in IJ Again?

Riffing on an idea given by a regular on my Reddit readings. Pretty fun. 

Grass Addled Sonnet I

Ode to the bowl? I vermillion
    deities, too plenty to choose from. 
    Strain's a bum, I'll huff anyone,
don't you crave mistaking Eve 
from Adam? Casting lots 
    over who burgles best: raccoon
    or opossum, swaplifting's all in the 
wrist, buttercup. I can't make baseball 
any less dull, best own the tedium.
    I'm in it for the long haul. I jerk my
    circle's medium. Crystal ball appraising
shelf dust, kief monk dapper door attendant.
    I award accolades more than anyone. 
    Ratarch rhymes for psychonaut marmots.   

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