An English sonnet in the Elizabethan courtly-love style, wherein the poet concocts a "problem" then solves it, in the process celebrating not only his beloved's virtues, but also what he hopes will be taken as his own wit...
The curious crowd pressed in, a crowd indeed:
So small the slipper sparkling in the Sun!
A test fit for a princess, all agreed;
And grim the tale, before the search was done.
And who but a true princess could complain,
On waking up on tiers of luxury,
Of having felt excruciating pain
From but a deeply buried, hidden pea?
So how is it that lovely Christabel
No princess is? For sensitive is she;
Her feet how dainty tongue can scarcely tell.
But princess? No. What reason can there be?
Too late for Christabel to play that part:
Already she's a queen--queen of my heart!
Sonnet by Rob Graber
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Written on 2016-03-16 at 15:28
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No Princess She!
The curious crowd pressed in, a crowd indeed:
So small the slipper sparkling in the Sun!
A test fit for a princess, all agreed;
And grim the tale, before the search was done.
And who but a true princess could complain,
On waking up on tiers of luxury,
Of having felt excruciating pain
From but a deeply buried, hidden pea?
So how is it that lovely Christabel
No princess is? For sensitive is she;
Her feet how dainty tongue can scarcely tell.
But princess? No. What reason can there be?
Too late for Christabel to play that part:
Already she's a queen--queen of my heart!
Sonnet by Rob Graber
Read 1242 times
Written on 2016-03-16 at 15:28
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