So, to set the scene, I'm sitting at work this morning with little to do and very bored. But who was online but my good friend Tony? The conversation went thusly:
Me: I'm bored. /headdesk
Tony: So do something.
Tony: Write a sonnet.
Me: You serious?
Tony: First thing that popped into my head.
Half an hour latter, voila!
A cup that sits upon an empty chair
Filled up with something vaporous and clear
And coming 'pon it with nary a care
I lift the glass and toast devoid of fear.
A toast to those I knew ten years ago
Who scattered on the sund'ring winds of fate
I search for words both curt and apropros
As love comes easier wrapped in masking hate.
A toast to those who come new to my life
Potential souls with which to cast anew
And should our easy bracing turn to strife
A quick well met calls for a quick adieu.
And with a glance to every empty place
I drink, may those who knew me find some grace.
Monday, February 18, 2008
A Lesson of What I'm Capable Of
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2 comments:
whats an apropros?
OK, that was way too good for such little effort. I demand you throw it away and toil again!
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