Wednesday, September 30, 2015


Yes, today haiku is 12!  So naturally I've been thinking about dozen's.  As in roses, as in a baker's [dozen].  Add another one to a baker's dozen, and the sonnet comes to be.

This gorgeous, precocious boy is all sonnet, all rose, all scientist, all mischief.  Just look at those eyes.  "You are mine; give me tuna."

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