Tonight's Poet Corner: Sonnet Solstice #395
The Crabs I Bought
by Belinda Roddie
The crabs I bought for dinner were as fresh
as they could be, and we enjoyed the feast.
The meat was succulent and at its best,
and we devoured the meal quite heartily.
When we were finished, the plates swept away,
I lit a cigar, while my brother poured
us all the tallest glasses of champagne
he could find. We drank until we were floored
and dizzy, dancing in the living room,
while I smoked stogie after stogie, smells
of ash and resin rising in a plume
above my head. We forgot about hells
and remembered heavens until the morn,
when my worst ever hangover was born.
by Belinda Roddie
The crabs I bought for dinner were as fresh
as they could be, and we enjoyed the feast.
The meat was succulent and at its best,
and we devoured the meal quite heartily.
When we were finished, the plates swept away,
I lit a cigar, while my brother poured
us all the tallest glasses of champagne
he could find. We drank until we were floored
and dizzy, dancing in the living room,
while I smoked stogie after stogie, smells
of ash and resin rising in a plume
above my head. We forgot about hells
and remembered heavens until the morn,
when my worst ever hangover was born.
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