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Post by Christopher on Oct 18, 2014 9:42:47 GMT
Here's a Sonnet I wrote for Uni. It's still not fully finished - maybe. But I like it. I think it would be better at a reading than being read as you can see the end if you read it off a page. If you haven't already seen it. Try to cover up the final couplet and I hope you find it rewarding. The title is a reference to a German slang term.
The gravelly paths throw dusty air,
Ratchet clicks top hushing grass,
Sweat breaks-out beneath my hair,
Miniature bombers dive by fast.
A cratered road like minefield lies,
We weave around with skill.
Zips and hoots, defiant cries,
And hard we force uphill.
Feet off peddles coasting back
Like varnished oars on metal rowlocks,
A sudden jolted heavy thwack
Full weight on throbbing bollocks
My balls, my balls, my balls, my balls, my balls, my balls, my balls... MY BALLS! MY BALLS! MY BALLS! MY BALLS! MY BALLS! MY BALLS! MY BALLS!
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