Duck Sonnets
Ba Ding (Archaic)
A dented metal duck in a BB arcade.
The poet ponders pacing, to and fro.
His muse decides to arm herself with verbal ammo--
If your pacing proves unable to dissuade,
I shall shout ba’ ding at every turn you’ve made.
That last line left in prose limbo;
A yellow metal duck in a carnie chateau,
Waddling in word wonder – alas! At least it’s no cliché.
What duck dare share a metaphor with the ardent bard?
For the luck of a duck is often ugly and obscene.
Like a hillbilly shot up stop sign, I’m wearing each ba’ ding.
As the pacing poet ponders through the undead word junkyard,
A rusty trunk pops open, revealing me inside.
I’m a 2-D metal-duck-cutout with no place left to hide.
Da Bling (Contemporary)
A dented metal duck in a BB arcade –
A poet ponders pacing to and fro.
A demon muse bored ornery sent to orchestrate the show –
“If your pacing proves unable to dissuade,
I will shout ba ding at every turn you make”.
Our poet’s last line should've dangled, but she zapped him on the fro –
A yellow metal duck in a carnie chateau.
Waddling in word wonder—onomatopoetic quackery! Clichés!
What duck dare share its image with the charmed bard?
For the luck of a duck is often ugly and obscene.
Like a chrome dipped grill on a broken down Chevy, I’m missing a few teeth.
As our pacing poet ponders through an undead word junkyard,
A rusty trunk pops open, resurrecting this same life –
Still a 2-D metal-duck-cutout, but not for long bitches!
Copyright © 2014 by Matthew Emery. Don't mess with my sonnet. The archaic verision has a common rhyme scheme throughout. The contemporary version has the standard abba abba for the octave, however the sestet the other.
