Group Poem Exercise II

[saparris]

Since several of us enjoyed the first group poem exercise, here is a second one.

This time, the rules are as follows:

We will write an English sonnet, which will contain 14 lines of iambic pentameter and will rhyme ABAB CDCD EFEF GG. Reminder: iambic pentameter has five stressed syllables, each preceded by an unstressed one. (e.g., u s u s u s u s u s). Again, half rhymes (like rest and east) are acceptable if you get stuck or if it makes the line make sense, and a little fudging on the iambic rule will be OK, but the lines should still contain five stressed syllables.

Shakespeare's Sonnet 18 is an example.

Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?
Thou art more lovely and more temperate:
Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May,
And summer's lease hath all too short a date:
Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines,
And often is his gold complexion dimmed,
And every fair from fair sometime declines,
By chance, or nature's changing course untrimmed:
But thy eternal summer shall not fade,
Nor lose possession of that fair thou ow'st,
Nor shall death brag thou wand'rest in his shade,
When in eternal lines to time thou grow'st,
So long as men can breathe or eyes can see,
So long lives this, and this gives life to thee.

As before, copy the title and lines of the previous post so the we can keep it all together.

The title and first line are as follows:

Chicken Thighs

She loves me, so she feeds me chicken thighs

[LukeJavan8]

She loves me, so she feeds me chicken thighs
Which I have loved since I was just a boy

[Stargzer]

She loves me, so she feeds me chicken thighs
Which I have loved since I was just a boy.

I eat them 'til I'm stuffed way past my eyes.

[saparris]

Chicken Thighs

She loves me, so she feeds me chicken thighs
Which I have loved since I was just a boy
I eat them 'til I'm stuffed way past my eyes
And savor all the grease and fat with utter joy

[Stargzer]

and a little fudging on the iambic rule will be OK, but the lines should still contain five stressed syllables.

i. e., pentameter

Chicken Thighs

She loves me, so she feeds me chicken thighs
Which I have loved since I was just a boy
I eat them 'til I'm stuffed way past my eyes
And savor all the grease and fat with utter joy

And savor all the grease and fat with joy

[saparris]

(Oops. My meter wasn't running right. No charge for the extra iamb.)

Chicken Thighs

She loves me, so she feeds me chicken thighs
Which I have loved since I was just a boy
I eat them 'til I'm stuffed way past my eyes
And savor all the grease and fat with joy

[Audiendus]

Chicken Thighs

She loves me, so she feeds me chicken thighs
Which I have loved since I was just a boy
I eat them 'til I'm stuffed way past my eyes
And savor all the grease and fat with joy.
From time to time she asks if I'd prefer

[saparris]

Chicken Thighs

She loves me, so she feeds me chicken thighs
Which I have loved since I was just a boy
I eat them 'til I'm stuffed way past my eyes
And savor all the grease and fat with joy.
From time to time she asks if I'd prefer
A breast, a wing, a leg, or other part

[Audiendus]

Chicken Thighs

She loves me, so she feeds me chicken thighs
Which I have loved since I was just a boy
I eat them 'til I'm stuffed way past my eyes
And savor all the grease and fat with joy.
From time to time she asks if I'd prefer
A breast, a wing, a leg, or other part
Or some concoction that appeals to her

[LukeJavan8]

She loves me, so she feeds me chicken thighs
Which I have loved since I was just a boy
I eat them 'til I'm stuffed way past my eyes
And savor all the grease and fat with joy.
From time to time she asks if I'd prefer
A breast, a wing, a leg, or other part
Or some concoction that appeals to her
Which gives our love a jolt, a stinging start,

[saparris]

Chicken Thighs

She loves me, so she feeds me chicken thighs
Which I have loved since I was just a boy
I eat them 'til I'm stuffed way past my eyes
And savor all the grease and fat with joy
From time to time she asks if I'd prefer
A breast, a wing, a leg, or other part
Or some concoction that appeals to her
To give our love a jolt, a stinging start
But I say "No, my love, your thighs alone

(Small change in your line, Luke, to go with the one I added. Next poster should complete the sentence and add quotes)

[Audiendus]

Chicken Thighs

She loves me, so she feeds me chicken thighs
Which I have loved since I was just a boy
I eat them 'til I'm stuffed way past my eyes
And savor all the grease and fat with joy
From time to time she asks if I'd prefer
A breast, a wing, a leg, or other part
Or some concoction that appeals to her
To give our love a jolt, a stinging start
But I say "No, my love, your thighs alone
Can gratify my animal desire"

[saparris]

Chicken Thighs

She loves me, so she feeds me chicken thighs
Which I have loved since I was just a boy
I eat them 'til I'm stuffed way past my eyes
And savor all the grease and fat with joy
From time to time she asks if I'd prefer
A breast, a wing, a leg, or other part
Or some concoction that appeals to her
To give our love a jolt, a stinging start
But I say "No, my love, your thighs alone
Can gratify my animal desire"
I love the meat, the juice, the skin, the bone

[Stargzer]

Chicken Thighs

She loves me, so she feeds me chicken thighs,
Which I have loved since I was just a boy.
I eat them 'til I'm stuffed way past my eyes,
And savor all the grease and fat with joy.

From time to time she asks if I'd prefer
A breast, a wing, a leg, or other part,
Or some concoction that appeals to her
To give our love a jolt, a stinging start.

But I say "No, my love, your thighs alone
Can gratify my animal desire."
I love the meat, the juice, the skin, the bone,
The taste that comes but from a charcoal fire.



(Some punctuation and formatting before the big finale.)

[saparris]

Chicken Thighs

She loves me, so she feeds me chicken thighs,
Which I have loved since I was just a boy.
I eat them 'til I'm stuffed way past my eyes,
And savor all the grease and fat with joy.

From time to time she asks if I'd prefer
A breast, a wing, a leg, or other part,
Or some concoction that appeals to her
To give our love a jolt, a stinging start.

But I say "No, my love, your thighs alone
Can gratify my animal desire."
I love the meat, the juice, the skin, the bone,
The taste that comes but from a charcoal fire.

Our love survives on one fowl recipe.