Sonnet my friend wrote: Ode to the Dead Fish I Rolled in Last Weekend

[foolish_m0rtal]

My friend wrote this sonnet back in high school (she says there might be some problems with it, but I liked it anyway). Skunky, I thought you might like it.

Ode to the Dead Fish I Rolled in Last Weekend

By

CH Shalyn’s Queen of the Opry RN, NAJ, CGC, TDI

Translated by deZZed 
 
 
 

One day as I was running on the sand,

A wondrous scent to my attention came.

Toward it I ran ignoring all command.

No heed at all did I pay to my name. 

Finally I saw my love with heav’nly smells.

And he lay there with love in his dead eyes.

His silver scales shining as polished bells,

Not alone but tormented by the flies. 

I lifted him in tender caring jaws.

With joy we flew across the beach. But then,

Harsh hands seized me, I reached with desperate paws.

Yet he was lost, and I trapped in my den. 

      Then in my dreams I ran back there in haste,

      Only to find a remnant of his taste.

Comments

[obseletevulture.livejournal.com]

Maybe less perfect iambs, but it's roughly as epic as the "mouse to his cheese" sonnet pair I helped my brother with and he LOST WITHOUT GIVING A COPY OF TO ME.

Cheese was being a sultry minx with Mouse's kin, of course, and missed the pipes.

[foolish-m0rtal.livejournal.com]

XD

[foolish-m0rtal.livejournal.com]

If you didn't already get it, this is about her dog finding a dead fish on the beach. (Her house is right next to the beach. They have an AGA oven and a central vac, which is so totally COOL)

[obseletevulture.livejournal.com]

I got it perfectly, actually, and I smiled because when not reminding me of "the mouse to his cheese" it reminded me of that sonnet Coke made me write abotu a man who spent his whole life vacuuming a beach fileld with poetic types. (Including the Walrus and the Capenter, a couple of surfers, and T.S. Eliot's and John Donne's mutual mermaids. Janitor of the poetic field, come FORTH and find thy loving dog!)

I'm deeply moved and inspired, I jsut haven't said so until now. ^^;;

[foolish-m0rtal.livejournal.com]

Huh, that poem about the man vacuuming the beach sounds really interesting.

And my friend says she's happy you liked it.

[obseletevulture.livejournal.com]

What we stuffy english majors do to catch the attention of the man we love...

...I'm considering limericks.
...Or possibly teaching myself to play the mandolin and stand under his window, singing until he chucks a cigarette butt at me.

Actually, I'm terrified.

Friend deserves many pats on the back. HULLO, FRIEND! *waves* Nooo! Don't run away!

[foolish-m0rtal.livejournal.com]

Oh yes, I'm getting sick of the futilely unrequited love bit too.
My seduction of choice will probably be something along the lines of a rousing rendition of the Star Trek opening song and a pack of Red Bull...

So I think you're going to have better luck over there.

I mean, I usually approach all this with the assumption that my affections are not returned so I don't do anything at all. But I'm getting pretty sick of that too. I'm just getting tired of the whole thing- if there were a way to surgically remove something and get rid of it, I WOULD.

My friend says he can't stand keeping it to himself and usually Confesses (capital C and everything, dude) whereas I find it totally embarrassing and probably would never say anything.

*scheming like mad*

[obseletevulture.livejournal.com]

Hey. Shit. I'm on the right track. O_O I seriously gave him a red bull the last time we met. How nerds show their undying love for one another: legal drugs and videogames.

I'm too much fo a chicken to confes. I consider giving a red bull after six years to be an excellent accomplishment. not to mention the sonnet about vikings and kittens, and the other sonnet about the man vacuuming a beach.

Now if only I could give STEAK...

Re: *scheming like mad*

[foolish-m0rtal.livejournal.com]

My other says you're her hero. She wishes she had the guts to give a guy a Red Bull. (no, I don't read all your entries out loud or anything. o_O I just had to tell the room how funny it was that we both quantify affection with red bulls)

I haven't done the poetry thing yet. I'm probably going to give him one of my geeky cards for Valentine's day, but I'm going to play it off by giving everyone one.

Re: *scheming like mad*

[obseletevulture.livejournal.com]

Like I have a problem with being read aloud to a dorm of people who write sonnets about dogs and dead fish... (Woot! More nerd people!)

Give him your sanwich sonnet and a heart-shaped sandwich, then pass it off as normal by jsut shrugging. (Oooh~ Fm-san has a nerd man? Excellent! You need to breed!)

Re: *scheming like mad*

[foolish-m0rtal.livejournal.com]

Hnn, I don't have a nerd man, nor will I probably have one. It's more like a cynical probability with very bad odds.

^___^ I like the heart-shaped shandwich idea! (I have passed off so many things as normal and impersonal by shrugging. I guess that makes me a bit of a coward)

Re: *scheming like mad*

[obseletevulture.livejournal.com]

The Probabilities probably become better if you major in something with lots of math, actually....

heart-shaped sandwich with a sonnet about its wonderful loving attributes, mind you. Give deeply affectionate sandwiches to all of your friends~ (Hey. I'm pretty cowardly myself. the passing off works a little too well in my case.)

Re: *scheming like mad*

[foolish-m0rtal.livejournal.com]

I'm actually doing Probability hw as we speak.

Yeah, I have a feeling the whole shrugging it off like it's no big deal makes me seem really cold and indifferent. It's a vicious cycle.

Affectionate Sandwiches sound lovely. Right after I bake a cake in the shape of the internet for the anime club. For MY birthday party. (this does not make sense...I think they were joking?)

Re: *scheming like mad*

[obseletevulture.livejournal.com]

Ah! Fate at work! ♥ (This makes me right automatically! *dance*)

I have no idea how I seem. I'm just weird. Half the peopel I meet think I'm gay. o_o

Maybe if you brought them a giant wooden badger...

Re: *scheming like mad*

[foolish-m0rtal.livejournal.com]

Huh, weird. Half the people I meet don't believe I can be bi. (clearly we are both doing something wrong)

Badger. Yes. And I shall bring them a shrubbery. One that looks nice and not too expensive.

Re: *scheming like mad*

[obseletevulture.livejournal.com]

let me guess. You get the not-intentionally-insulting wail of "But you look soo nooooormallll!"?

I got with expensive shrubberies myself. Covered in bawls caps. IT BRINGS ALL THE GEEKS TO THE YAAARD~

Re: *scheming like mad*

[foolish-m0rtal.livejournal.com]

Oh no. I think I seem so abnormal and Victorian prudish that they don't believe I'm anything.

You must have the geeks trim that yard with a herring.