And Now, A Sonnet

From the big board I picked up the armies

I get called buddy by the first waiter & the last

Dimitri, having sipped the last of his white wine

In a field of campion the white Bronco rots

Because you thought my hook to be a fly

Cull me o my, the incel spoke to orange man

Round Two

Closing The Sonnet Series

These them pieces of ephemera I mentioned you remind me