Sunday Sonnets
In an effort to stimulate stagnating brain cells and hopefully spawn some creativity, I am working on a little thing I think I shall call SUNDAY SONNETS. Essentially, Sunday Sonnets will be a brief collection, quite random, of events or happenings around here in a loose verse form. And no, I will not adhere to the truest definition of a sonnet as being a verse or song of 14 lines of iambic pentameter. I'm not a poet--hell, I'm not even a writer--but then again you already know that, don't you. My initial offering, though not labeled as such, would have to be last week's "That'll Teach Em".
This week's Sonnet addresses the ever dwindling rodent population around Casa de Ed. For discussion purposes let's just assume that rabbits are rodents, OK? I'm a dad not a zoologist. Though zoo keeper would not be too far from an apt job description.
RODENTS BEWARE
Rodents, beware.
Though extremely cute and cuddly, your safety
Can not be assured in this place.
Yesterday's offering
By our feline warriors was a most
Adorable (and assuredly dead) bunny.
The kids cringed
With horror and repulsion at the feasting
Yet would not look away.
Then Rusty
Availed himself
To the spoils.
And the feline feast was done.
Note to self: Get cat food!
This week's Sonnet addresses the ever dwindling rodent population around Casa de Ed. For discussion purposes let's just assume that rabbits are rodents, OK? I'm a dad not a zoologist. Though zoo keeper would not be too far from an apt job description.
RODENTS BEWARE
Rodents, beware.
Though extremely cute and cuddly, your safety
Can not be assured in this place.
Yesterday's offering
By our feline warriors was a most
Adorable (and assuredly dead) bunny.
The kids cringed
With horror and repulsion at the feasting
Yet would not look away.
Then Rusty
Availed himself
To the spoils.
And the feline feast was done.
Note to self: Get cat food!
Posted by Zoe's Dad at Saturday, June 21, 2008 11:14 PM and is filed under Bad Poetry,Sonnets,Dogs,Cats,Rabbits,sheer laziness,cat food 
Great sonnet! A little gross but great nonetheless!
Thanks for the words of encouragement--I think.
That's great. The note to self was a nice touch.
You would think a note would be unnecessary what with the mangled carcases and such lying at my doorstep.
That wasn't 14 lines. English teacher says do over. It was more like haiku, which is great in and of itself, but has no alliteration with Sunday, or any other day of the week for that matter.
I've seen many people do a Haiku Friday. I'm not a very good follower.
I see 14 lines, and... yee-uck!
I think a lot of kids would remember the rules of sonnets much better if more of them were this gross.
I doubt very seriously any of America's youth will be garnering literary knowledge from the likes of me.
"If I didn't know better, I'd swear this hasenpfeffer tasted like carrots!"
(Bugs Bunny quote for those too young to know...)
Poor bunny. Yes, please buy some cat food...
He will be missed.
Quite the literary gift you have! You have a good cat. Ours would just cry and point.
That's a pretty funny visual. I'm amazed that such a lazy feline as mine is able to hunt for anything.
Nice work - though I'd have been more impressed if you'd managed to work in the word 'myxomatosis'!
Thanks. And though I considered using the term, the rabbit, to the best of my knowledge, was myxoma free. I, however, did not perform a post mortem so this claim can not be confirmed.
Rusty will probably turn his nose up at the the cat food you buy now. You will have to bring fresh kill to him everyday. Or, he can hunt for it himself!
I should have clarified. Rusty is the dog--it kind of makes the whole grizzly scene more disgusting.
And the cats will have to eat what I offer or they may fend for themselves. I've got no time for finicky feeding pets--I've got enough of that with my kids!