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.