Hee. I've always been a fan of narrative poetry. I like storytelling, but it lends itself more to a balladic form rather than a sonnet. So I thought to myself... well, why not hybridize? Since ballads are usually in alternating tetrameter and trimiter, I just wrote this one in septameter to give it that rollicking ballad feel.
The Rise of Ace
Ace was feeling low one day; he turned to Deuce and said,
"We never count for anything; we're filler for the deck.
Woe to us! Our faces bare, we're barely worth the check,
Our pips are few, I wish we were the King and Queen instead."
Deuce looked at Ace, his pips ablaze, he spoke a seedy scheme.
"Why, Ace," he said, "It seems to me that this is not your lot.
You should be King - no, higher, for the King's a lowly slot!
Those face cards, why, they're nothing! You're the first in my esteem."
Ace listened well to Deuce's words, he told King of his plans.
The King, he shrugged. "Do what you like, fulfill all your desires.
I've got my Queen beneath me; I don't care what else transpires."
And thusly, Ace assumed his seat as sovereign of the land.
Conniving Deuce then raised his voice! "I'm twice the card of you!"
Ace shook his head. "I'm sorry, Deuce. You're just a lowly two."
The Weekly Sonnet is exactly what it sounds like. Every week, there'll be a shiny new sonnet for your perusal; some will be traditional, some will be not so much, some will test the boundaries of what exactly a sonnet is. It's a project, an experiment, and a hobby all rolled into one. All materials published on this page are copyrighted to Warmonger Smurf. If you publish any segment of this site without my permission, I will sneak into your house at night and pee on your toothbrush.
3 comments:
This is probably my favorite one so far. But I'm a fucking moron because it took me halfway through to realize you were talking about cards.
I can see you as a joker, writing this in your jester's cap.
Septameter? o_O
. . .
You're a wild man.
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