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Shakespearean Sonnet, iambic pentameter, Day 4 |
Day 4 of Thirteen Days of Halloween (write about carving the pumpkin) "Pumpkin Saga" My pumpkin seems a friendly sort of guy I picked him off the grocer's shelf today and hurried home to carve him; make him sigh! His top's the first to go, I'll cut away... "Oh, ouch!" What, Jack; what did I hear you say? I didn't mean to hurt you, little man! Now cut again: his half-moon mouth is gay... "I don't like you!" I hear him take a stand: "Go practice your skulduggery elsewhere! I'd rather die a pumpkin in the field. All nature isn't thrilled with Man", he shares. "Ouch! Ouch! that candle burns my skin, you heel!" I place him in the window where he beams: "Out, out! you damn`ed light!" All night he screams. |