Chacmas chase charismatic chafer chains,
childishly changing chaffers chaffering
cheap chauffeurs chastising checkbook chaplains.
Chronic chromatic chrysalis chugging
chlorinated chum, choline chopstick chords
Chopin chose chimerically. Chilly
chimney chimes choral, chirping church chalkboards
chaste, cheerless characters chancing cheeky
charming chalets. Champions challenge chefs,
chatting chela cherry chilis, cherished
chicken cheeseburger chiffonades, chilled chaffs,
chard chickpea chocolate cheesecakes chow charmed.
Choice children charge charitable chiffon
chariots, choosing choice chemise chignon.
I am the best thing you've never heard of.
I hold a Bachelor's in English, History and Secondary Education, and a Master's in English: Creative Writing, though my appearance belies intelligence.
My goal in life is to write and to be read. It's a modest stretch by most imaginations.
To most I'm amazing.
It all depends on your definition of literary merit.
All poems contained on this blog are ©Thomas Boersma unless otherwise noted.
Thursday, November 18, 2010
Poem-A-Day: Day 371
Sonnet #65 (Doing the Cha-Cha)
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