Found the fanzine my Highlander poetry was in: Rules of the Game #5, 1998.
On Guard, You Fool
(a Shakespearean Sonnet)
He's cocky, brash, a tabby alley cat
With lives enough for curiosity.
He'll travel far on brains and charm and chat
(Though further yet than even he can see).
His hard, protective shell of impudence
May rub you wrong, but crack it and you'll find
He's loyal to a fault without pretense;
A friend for all time, passionate and kind.
He doesn't always do as he is told--
It's not the way a street kid looks at life--
But in a pinch he'll come through good as gold,
No stranger to the winds of storm and strife.
In tux and tie or racing colors gay:
On guard, you fool--he'll wink your heart away.
--Ellen Shipley
No comments:
Post a Comment