Tonight's Poet Corner: Sonnet Solstice #421
I Missed Thursday Night Pizza by Belinda Roddie I missed Thursday night pizza because I felt terribly ill after eating shrimp that just wasn't cooked properly. A sigh escaped me every minute that I dreamt of a triangular delicacy, laden with processed dairy, topped with meat for me to devour, content as can be. Instead, I lay in bed, shivering, feet buried in socks and blankets, as my friends all had their fun consuming, tearing through stuffed crust. This is the way the sweet world ends, I thought to myself. Not with a bang, you fool, but with an empty, heaving stomach. Just have to get over this small hummock.