Wednesday, January 27, 2016

Weird Wednesday: The Courtside Chiller, Part II

Sonneteer's note: this is a sequel to yesterday's sonnet. Part III will appear tomorrow on Thriller Thursday!

Coach Bly had scoffed at Father Bill's advice,
(But one of his assistants took some notes
In secret. So if you meet that kid, Bryce,
Buy him a beer or something), so when motes
Of dust on the arena floor spelled out
Obscene and racist messages, which could
Not be eradicated, talk about
What could be done was futile. Nothing good
E'er comes ignoring poltergeists, we know!
So none should have been shocked to find young guard
Cob Casek in the center circle, low,
Spread-Eagled, screaming, but they took it hard.
The kid gets couns'ling sev'ral times a week,
But he still mutters Aklo when he speaks.

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