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.
Tuesday, October 14, 2008
Sonnet #116: Ode to the Mighty Thor
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Your Might Thor sounds more beautiful than a summer day.
Ahh, a keeper!
Our diapers, pipes, and shingles all have leaks...
lol :)
That closing couplet is pure and universal genius, J -- fantastic!
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.
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
I love this, especially from "our diapers, pipes . . ." to the end.
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? :)
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
Sharon, we're honored. :) Thor is going to adore the "soul of pure gore" bit.
Bravo, Jacqui! I particularly loved the ever-fixed mark. Who says the Bard is no longer applicable in our modern world?
Not me, Marina. He's my original dead literary boyfriend.
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