I have a confession to make.  I used to dabble a bit in poetry.    Yes, it’s true.  I’ll even admit that I… (sob)… Heaven help me, but I liked it.

In going through some of my old notes, I came across some samples of said poems.  Now, my take on things may be a little “unconventional” compared to what one might expect from your average poet.  Take, for example, the following Shakespearean sonnet.  It follows the standard structural conventions for sonnets (fourteen lines with three quatrains of alternating rhyming couplets followed by a single rhyming couplet at the end, all written in iambic pentameter), but the tone and subject matter is somewhat… different… than what you see in most sonnets.

So read and enjoy.  Hope you get a little chuckle from it.

Generosity

Herein lies the body of my friend.
He tried so hard to justify his life.
A gen’rous man, quite hard to comprehend,
Especially by the woman he called wife.

Sure, he’d drink and sometimes womanize
But all was done from generosity.
For his touch on those gentle lasses’ thighs
Let them set their inhibitions free.

His wife, though, never understood her man.
She felt that he should cleave to only one.
Her selfishness (I’ll never understand),
Dealt justice from the barrel of a gun.

Still gen’rous he though, even unto death,
He feeds the worms long after his last breath.