Water Buffalo

A Merry Water Buffalo

A Silly Sonnet
By Izzy Sommers
In Welland, Canada
For November, 2005

I need another line, iambic, please.
It need not rhyme or bring me to my knees.
I'm writing odes. They're often incomplete.
It’s not like dancers having two left feet.
It’s more like lancers halving charging fees.
It makes no sense to end a verse with rhyme.
It is so tense to buy a purse on time.
So silly is this poem, not worth a dime,
That mountains are not worth the bruising climb,
And Mozart’s music is not most sublime.
So, paint a cherry on your little toe.
Go taint a merry water buffalo.
Grow faint and you will stop the evening flow.
Rotate your tires ere Michelangelo.

THE END