TeaTimeSunday / SONNETS
BUFFY-VERSE SERIES (147-150)  SONNETS #151-154 of 154  (INDEX)
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SONNETS #151-154 of 154 for Tea Time in L.A. #50 of 50 - END OF BUFFY SONNET SERIES ORIGINALLY POSTED AT (UPN) WWW.BUFFY.COM ... BEFORE ALL FORUMS WERE DELETED 9/19/02 ... CLICK THE BRONZE SKULL TO SEE ARCHIVE COPY OF (NONCOLOR) VERSION (FOR COMPARISON) |
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Rhetorical verse for Tea Time in L.A. #50 - (Talking about Buffy as Shakespeare would have. [g]) Posted by: forensicpoetry - May 22, 2002, 5:08 AM
HAIKU PROLOGUE
Season Six's end
rhetorical verse in Shakespearean sonnet form }
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The Buffyverse is balanced once again.
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With tears of joy I ended Tuesday night.
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To verse beyond that perfect pause . . . a sin.
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(inspired by Spike's surprise) to Tea Time's end.
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Like Dawn and Buffy's climb out of a hole.
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Like Willow's black . . . and Giles's white arts blend.
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I hope with half the beauty of our source.
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THE BUFFY WORLD 'round which our moon revolves.
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THE JOSS-DRAWN MAP on which we chart our course . . .
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to spend a whole day talking Buffy-ese.
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I PAUSE NOW to stick in a pers'nal ad.
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No, not for love, but sponsorship to go
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to Norwich England. One full day (Egad!)
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of lots of Buffy sentences. You know, . . .
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October nineteenth. "Bloody sodding hell.
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The slayer diagrammed with blackboard chalk,
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complete with wanker-academic smell."
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Would Shakespeare stick an ad right in his verse?
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WELL DON'T YOU KNOW Will's sonnets had to do
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with keeping sponsorship?
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SO BACK TO TEA TIME'S END. I smell corn mash.
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That's right, there was a trial in Tennessee.
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In Lynchburg where Jack Daniels rules supreme.
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WHERE'S BUFFY in this trial of folks that tea?
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SHE'S ON THE JURY . . . eating some ice cream . . .
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like all the vis'ting ladies . . . at the sight
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of one fine, red-haired holyman who's not
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the least conceited . . . though he's always right. {ewg}
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THEN "good ol' me" can star in these few lines.
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AND, HEY GUYS, I'm the mother giving birth
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to all the Tea Time fun and monkeyshines.
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AND IF it's boring. HEY, OK, just snooze.
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BUT WAKE UP NOW . . . we've made the final turn.
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One hundred fifty four, this sonnet makes.
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You'd think by now forensic could discern
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when to discard strange lines . . when his verse takes . . .
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Like Y TU MAMA TAMBIEN . . . three souls
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who by the grace of God find in their lap
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a dream they conjured up, yet still consoles.
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From darkness they awoke to sparkling dawn.
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And fish and beer arrived by sea. A prayer
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was answered that was never counted on.
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A beautif'lly adjusted Buffy-mix.
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