Tuesday, October 14, 2008

Sonnet #116: Ode to the Mighty Thor

In which I confess to The Mighty Thor, who loves me anyway. There should be a line in there about spending all my time blogging, but Shakespeare failed to anticipate the need for that in our time.

Let me not to the marriage of true minds
Admit impediments. Love is not love
Which alters when it dirty laundry finds,
Or when it notes dustbusters filled with goo.
Oh, no! It is an ever-fixèd mark*
That looks on tantrums and is never shaken;
Through waist-high grass it mows well after dark,
Though at 5:30,** both the kids awaken.
Our diapers, pipes, and shingles all have leaks,
Which in inspector’s searches did not rise;
The boxes will be closed and packed for weeks,
But bear with me, e’en as I do revise.
I swore I’d work, but must confess, my One:
I never writ, nor errands did I run.

* Not unlike the ever-fixèd mark shoes make on walls when hucked them in frustration
** That’s a.m., people.

11 comments:

Jill Corcoran said...

Your Might Thor sounds more beautiful than a summer day.
Ahh, a keeper!

Anne Spollen said...

Our diapers, pipes, and shingles all have leaks...
lol :)

J. Thorp said...

That closing couplet is pure and universal genius, J -- fantastic!

Amber Lough said...

I think I'll have to read that to the hubby tonight before going to bed...yup, that's about as romantic as we get. The sonnet is so true.

I had to fix a hole in the wall at the old place b/c in frustration (and hormonal rage) I kicked open the stuck door, which swung into the wall and punched through with the knob.

Oh, and Magic Erasers take off thrown-shoe marks.

My word verification is: poypp. That's so cool. Poypp. Poypp. Sounds like acorns dropping in a pond.

Anonymous said...

Thank you for this awesome Ode to the Mighty Thor. My husband and I read it together and thoroughly enjoyed it (and he made some comment about how he wasn't sure if I hadn't confessed my inactivity to you too).

Maude

Marcia said...

I love this, especially from "our diapers, pipes . . ." to the end.

Jacqui said...

Thanks, Jill, Anne, Marcia, and Thorp! Jill & Thorp, I promise never to bastardize one of yours like this.

Amber, I love poypp. Sounds to me like a computer error beep.

Maude, did I get you in trouble? :)

Sharon Blankenship said...

The wife of Thor, Mighty Thor,
Methinks leaves me wanting for more.
He sounds like a dream,
Full of demons and screams
For you've left out his soul of pure gore.
Sharon
In honor of Jacqui & Thor

Jacqui said...

Sharon, we're honored. :) Thor is going to adore the "soul of pure gore" bit.

Marina said...

Bravo, Jacqui! I particularly loved the ever-fixed mark. Who says the Bard is no longer applicable in our modern world?

Jacqui said...

Not me, Marina. He's my original dead literary boyfriend.