Tonight's Poet Corner: Sonnet Solstice #420

I'm Not Going To

by Belinda Roddie

I'm not going to tell the obvious

joke that comes with the number that you see

for this sonnet. Better for all of us

to just ignore the low fruit. It'd be cheap

to linger on a silly urban tale

that, surprisingly, started in a town

I used to live in. Yet I won't regale

you all with such a silly story. Now,

I may as well use this sonnet for things

of beauty, like so many I've written

before. After all, Shakespeare's language sings,

and I'd hate to turn poetry to sin.

Oh, well - this smattering's already shit.

Fuck it, here's the joke: Four twenty! Blaze it!