The Chambermaid of Elsinore

A Silly Sonnette by Izzy Sommers


Methinks the governor of Elsinore
Adored the chambermaid from Corridor
Who loved the Spanish born Conquistador
Who yearned for Isidore, the Matador.

Suffice to say, one moonlit night of love,
The super novas, brightly from above
Shone for a busy Izzy’s turtle dove
When Ellsinore’s maid made a little shove.

The maid, whose name, Penelope entranced
The Governor who did a whirling dance,
Removing all his clothes when Penny pranced
With her Conquistador in Paris, France.

The maid was made by every man who dared
To pay high homage to the scared old Laird.


THE END



© Izzy Sommers, MD
Welland, Canada
June 2, 2009

AN EIGHT-HANDED MAN

A Man With Eight Hands

A Sonnette
By Izzy Sommers, MD


I met a man from Western Inner Bands
Who demonstrated that he held eight hands
Which represented East, West, North and South
In Duplicate, last year, by word of mouth,
Which won for him and Genevieve the prize
Of Twenty thousand Deutsch Marks and some Gold
Left over from the World War II from bold
And schizophrenic egomaniacs.
Perhaps, the egomaniacs have had
Their traumas and anxieties, expressed
Their anger at some scapegoats and some aliens
As part of xenophobia and social
Phobias, when covered up, are deadly
If their power is not curbed by TRUTH.

The End

© Izzy Sommers, MD
Welland, Canada
May 29, 2009

The Garden of Eden

THE GARDEN OF EDEN

A Poem in Iambic Pentametre
In Aboriginal Circular Thinking

By Izzy Sommers, MD


Instead of turning ‘round, Penelope
Continued walking in her bathing suit
Toward the beach she knew to be behind
Abandoned cottages on Lake Pierre,
Ontario, once held by Mississauga
Aboriginals before the Europeans
Swept the USA and Canada
Obsessively-compulsively,
Just like the Spaniards and the Portuguese
Cleaned Mexico and south to Argentina,
Chile and Brazil, while hardly integrating
Or assimilating cultures
Far superior to theirs in terms
Of happiness and inner peace, the masonry
And architecture, agriculture
And the happiness of families with
Great art and sculpture with a moral ethic
Aimed at worshipping, respecting and
Preserving nature and each other, eh?

Just few could see the inspiration and
The way that aboriginals survive,
Enjoy their families and stay alive.

Penelope met Quidashay and jived
The way the aboriginals contrived
To sing and dance the night away, today.
Tomorrow they will greet the sun and play
And propagate like animals, they say,
As natural as God would have his way.


The End and the Beginning

© Izzy Sommers, MD
Welland, Canada
May 27, 2009
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