Poetry competition CLOSED 21st December 2023 1:47pm
WINNER
wallyroo92
wallyroo92
RUNNERS-UP:
Josh
and Jordan
A twisted Sonnet
sorry. 
Modern Day Caligula
(a sonnet)
He is a modern day Caligula
Ranting how he should be back on the throne
Screaming loud you can see his uvula
As the orange paint doesn’t match the tone
His deception game has quite the brilliance
Something's wrong, one can see it in his eyes
He’s been able to hypnotize millions
Followers swallow bukkakes of lies
It’s sad when masses heed to a mad man
It passes for normal without disdain
It’s a plain train wreck waiting to happen
But the senseless idiot has gone insane
It’s a risky political twister
When people try to elect a grifter
He is a modern day Caligula
Ranting how he should be back on the throne
Screaming loud you can see his uvula
As the orange paint doesn’t match the tone
His deception game has quite the brilliance
Something's wrong, one can see it in his eyes
He’s been able to hypnotize millions
Followers swallow bukkakes of lies
It’s sad when masses heed to a mad man
It passes for normal without disdain
It’s a plain train wreck waiting to happen
But the senseless idiot has gone insane
It’s a risky political twister
When people try to elect a grifter
Written by wallyroo92
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Read (past tense) the Directions
To know the rhyme scheme of a sonnet
I must perhaps use Google, to find it,
then, by search, when I happen upon it,
I'll see the rhyming and then will mind it.
The English form is three stanzas of four
lines that rhyme "ABAB", then two "G's".
Each line has syllables of ten, no more
rhyming lines, C, D, E, F, in between.
The Petrachan form is beyond my scope
of what else I can stuff inside my brain.
It's overpacked now, and I cannot cope--
dear Lord, some motrin, please for all the strain!
Rew asked for sonnets, obliged her, I tried;
I'll shut up now, before more brain cells die.
😁
I must perhaps use Google, to find it,
then, by search, when I happen upon it,
I'll see the rhyming and then will mind it.
The English form is three stanzas of four
lines that rhyme "ABAB", then two "G's".
Each line has syllables of ten, no more
rhyming lines, C, D, E, F, in between.
The Petrachan form is beyond my scope
of what else I can stuff inside my brain.
It's overpacked now, and I cannot cope--
dear Lord, some motrin, please for all the strain!
Rew asked for sonnets, obliged her, I tried;
I'll shut up now, before more brain cells die.
😁
Written by MadameLavender
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The Man Who Murdered Milosevic
I thought about the man who had to look
after Milosevic. How hard
to care, while thinking of the lives he took.
Keeping him healthy just to disregard
the court. Watching the trial seem to slip
out of the hands of the prosecutor.
Prescribing drugs for him to have the zip
to change from the accused to tormentor.
Another drug to contraindicate,
to stop his heart, stop the trial, the lies
and pain. The justice of it would placate
his mind. -- Another butcher to despise,
a trial which found the guilt of Karadzic
but, the innocence of Milosevic.
after Milosevic. How hard
to care, while thinking of the lives he took.
Keeping him healthy just to disregard
the court. Watching the trial seem to slip
out of the hands of the prosecutor.
Prescribing drugs for him to have the zip
to change from the accused to tormentor.
Another drug to contraindicate,
to stop his heart, stop the trial, the lies
and pain. The justice of it would placate
his mind. -- Another butcher to despise,
a trial which found the guilt of Karadzic
but, the innocence of Milosevic.
Written by AnonymousBystander
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