Oh chin, why dost thou seek to quit my face?
Your ample folds, aquiver, chafe my chest
whose peaks, no longer firm and pert, apace
have moved to join my waist. Is this some jest?
'Tis time and tide and tacos I ingest
that sculpt the shape my mirror now derides.
At waist and hips life's trickling sands now nest.
My body forms a circle, has no sides.
But for the nonce my naughty knee decides -
though weighty matters matter - exercise
will have to wait and thus my conscience glides
past puffy skin and far too many pies.
While I a wealth of years would gladly see,
I should have planned to age more gracefully.
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| Writing Prompt |
A Spenserian Sonnet was created by Edmund Spenser (1552 - 1599). It is a variation or a Shakespearean sonnet - it has three quatrains and a couplet. But there is a twist where you employ linking rhymes between quatrains. The rhyme scheme is ABAB, BCBC, CDCD, EE - and it is to be written in iambic pentameter.
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Author Notes
This poem was inspired by the funny Author's Notes addendum that accompanied kiwisteve's magnificent, winning sonnet in the previous contest. Silly seized the day, so I stayed with it.
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