A Shakespearean Sonnet and A Dog-Doo Shooing Strategy

A Shakespearean Sonnet and A Dog-Doo Shooing Strategy

I’ve enjoyed letting you peek over my hubby’s shoulder to see that I’m not the only writer in the family. You’ve read his Romans 5 hymn as well as his mock Chick-fil-A hymn. Today, I promised you one final installment of poems by my accountant hubby, just for fun.

A Shakespearean Sonnet

First, the Shakespearean sonnet he wrote over three years ago while flying west to propose to me. (If you knew the ins and outs of our dating relationship, you’d see that this is replete with symbolism and meaning!)

An unexpected blessing came to me,

A treasure from the realm of heaven sent.

‘Twas flown on wings across a digital sea,

The seed that grew into love’s bless’d event.

 

A bloom of life and love was found within

An unexpected place. A prairie flower

Grown in good soil she neither toils nor spins,

But drinks the rain, enjoys the Sun’s great pow’r.

 

I journeyed far to gain this precious rose,

By land and air, through darkness deep inside.

I’ll carry her through thorns and fears below

Held by his Hand in raging storms and tides.

 

The rising Day will banish soon the night.

Sojourn with me till then, and be my wife.

 

(How could a girl say no to that?!)

 

A Dog-Doo Shooing Strategy

So we wed and moved into the yellow house on the corner. No sooner had Trevor rid the house of fleas than we started finding dog poo in our yard. So naturally, Trevor wrote a poem. He placed it in a weather-proof sleeve, and attached it to our fence with some plastic baggies:  

I thought to take a walk one day

All through the eastern wood of ’Cuse

But wait, my dog, he longs to play

I bring him too, I’ve no excuse

 

I walk down road and street and lane

And see my neighbors on the way

Oh no I have forgot again

My dog he has to poop today

 

I have no bag, nor sack, nor can

But wait, I think this lawn will do

He’s just a dog, and not a man

He leaves a number one and two

 

But wait, I see this baggie here

It’s free for all to clean the poo

Now I remember, oh so clear

My neighbor’s lawn is not his loo

DOG HAD TO GO? TAKE A BAG! 🙂

(I’ll leave it up to you to determine whether that solved or exacerbated the problem.)

I hope you enjoyed catching a glimpse into my hubby’s writing. Unfortunately he doesn’t have an up-to-date blog, but you can follow my hubby’s tweets at @gottheology.

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