Ode to a Bastard
There! Shadow-cloaked sat the elegant fool,
he’s handsome, lazy, and utterly cool.
He bedded your wife and then pinched her purse,
he’s burden-incarnate, a living curse!
Look! His be-twinkled eyes spell disaster.
You’ve heard he charmed the pants off a nun?
He challenges cripples to see who’s faster,
the foolish fiend contends it’s quite fun.
Exploit? No, nothing could be more absurd!
He had enough courage to let you down,
he’d cut your throat rather than see you drown.
Our anti-saviour, this bastard’s bastard.
Fear strikes, and you admit you always knew:
when the world ends, he’ll survive, not you.
when the world ends, he’ll survive, not you.
3 comments:
I love this sonnet. My favourite lines are the first, fourth and the final two because of their compelling subject and their energetic metre. I did find the shifting of the rhyme scheme in the first stanza away from rhyming couplets to be a verbal stumbling point on my first read through, but I believe you probably wanted to slow your reader down after those first few lines.
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