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!