We will not take
responsibility
if reading any of
our sonnets causes
injury, confusion,
erections, jaws
to drop, a shock
that makes you spit your tea,
smashing of
keyboards, boredom, sanity,
madness,
enjoyment, vigorous applause,
laughter,
lamenting, sprouting fur and claws,
sudden lactation,
public nudity.
We're only poets,
following the words
until we're lost
amid their ancient dance
of rhyme and
metre, our intentions blurred
and dizzy, swept
along by fiendish trance.
We're only poets,
setting sonnets loose,
hoping that you'll
accept this lame excuse.
AW
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