WARBABBLE

A six-course sequence of sonnets in sciatic pentameter.

 

COURSE ELIZABETH I.

 

Oysters Kilpatrick (not that wee expect them to until pudding, and then

only if he doesn’t pipe down). Slightly sauced in War Chest Ire, sprinkled

with smoked bacon pearls.

The Teeth of Peace, to keep their even bite,

require every now and then a flossing.

The young protest; they don’t yet know mossing,

but older folks see that the Straight and White

want, like any self-respecting gate,

renewal through benign scraping

(a brush with just paint just won’t stave off gaping).

So teach your kids before it gets too late!

While at first it may seem a bit unfair,

the jerky motion counterintuitional,

truth is, it’s a dandy constitutional

and sure beats meeting the Dentist in Her chair.

And if a bead of blood is sometimes drawn,

Our winning smile wants that selfless pawn.

 

COURSE RICHARD II.

 

Cream of Sparrowhawk Soup. A no-nonsense dish that perfectly

complements the following straight-talkin’ press release.

With utmost pleasure and joy in our state

we delight to inform you of our new condition,

the which for viewers tuned in to listen

is fit to shake the will to elate.

Nowhere in annals of memory present

is that can compare with the cause of our mood:

morsels for valiant hearts yearning for food

to supply Best Beating and Pride Unhesitant.

News of utmost import we hereby impart,

clues to the puzzle of our species’ every day:

The fog that shrouds Being will very soon pay

dues of surrender to a pierce-bright start.

Stay Tuned & Rejoice in the news that we are

as of this moment entered into glorious war.

 

COURSE RICHARD III.

 

Stone Crab Vol-au-vents.  Red pastry casings stuffed with succulent

crustaceans to remind us of how our enemies will soon be scuttling

across silent sands, unless they are already. Why do we do what we do?

As acne depends on the skin to break out from

and sweet things spring from inedible dung;

as sure as sure’s soil is where we reap doubt from,

Peace is the hook on which our shingle’s hung.

Peace is the ace in the hole dug each night

by the groundtroop for hiding her soul from assail;

and during the darkness it’s Peace that shines bright

from the snapshot she carried that tells us her tale.

Indivisible lovers till met remain strange,

dirt comes to scour to see its way clean,

polarities meet in a flash of exchange,

black will greet white with never gray seen.

Fearless we course through the veins of confusion

to our problem’s heart, where beats the solution.

                                                  

COURSE HENRY IV.

 

Fillet Bambi and Grilled Kings of Prawn. Your senses will be sure to

surrender to this surf-and-turf attack, thanks to special forces of red jus,

mange-tout, and Sweet Bernaise.

War brings out the best in human nature.

We will see how, when the fog of jumpstart

yields its grim gusts to memory, the braveheart

youth who serve our prescient legislature

shine; how the policy and platform and principles

and strategy we’ve stuck to yield their flower,

bloom to deck a global bridal bower—

Boundless Good will wed Invincibles

and the happy cause leave none uninvited!

A caravan of envious efforts will scurry to emulate

our best example, even as we consummate

the long-due union of Might and Righted.

Kindness will unfold and take its throne,

Its scepter tap all heartbeats into one.         

 

COURSE HENRY V.

 

Blood Oranges, marinated in Kirsch, served with Cashews and

Cream. A rich dish, so take your time—there’s plenty for all!

Must we fight? Fight we must! For

if we don’t we likely won’t not perish—

not to mention all the things we cherish.

Would you watch your treasure rust? Or,

seeing it in need of speedy treatment, grab

a can of stuff to muff its oxidizing?

No trick to pick the latter for best mising.

No time to send out samples to the lab!

Second-guessing has a way of undressing

Purpose just when the Musts have arrived,

and making them wait too late. Having contrived

fitter attire requiring careful pressing,

Purpose descends to greet her guests and finds

them dull. Time of nettles makes quick behinds.

 

COURSE SONNET No. 6.

 

A Selection of Cheeses.

The enemy is not cooperating.

Why this should be,

we are at this time investigating

to the best of our ability,

but the enemy is not cooperating,

which impedes our investigation

and calls for stern berating

of their noncooperation.

Their stubborn hating

is costing a leg and an arm,

and until they start cooperating

and show a little charm,

we must keep communicating:

the enemy is not cooperating.

 

 

 

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