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The raison d'etre of Sonnetblog is slight.
As stated, it's but an attempt to wield
Creative urge by taking pains to write
A weblog that to sonnet form must yield.
If one day this site's volume has revealed
The need, the author will at last index
The contents. 'Cept for that you should be steeled
For spartan ambience. Just watch me flex
For all to see my pigeon mental pecs.
Yet rest assured, developers, that yes,
The XHTML's not so complex
But fully hews to standard CSS.
The Sonnetblog's an offshoot of 'Bred Crumbs.
And natch, its update power from Blogger comes.
— August 15, 2002

10.28.02   [Autodial This]

Went D.C.'s Post. What did it learn? For starters,
To make our hatred of these scum complete,
They'd have us think that they are telemartyrs.
Proclaim these all too practiced P.R. farters:
We bring good to the world, and we employ,
And yet you thankless drones bunch up your garters
When we interrupt you — not to destroy
Your privacy, lord no! — but to deploy
Scripts to convince you something you'd have bought
If interested is something you'd enjoy!
Your benefit, not ours, is what we sought.
The sad thing is, we cannot beat these liars
Until more folks wise up and don't be buyers.

10.13.02   [Minority Report]

Sometimes democracy does cause me doubt
Because most often on the whole my views,
Though firm I hold them, still get voted out
And what wins turns my stomach ghastly hues.
It makes me but for just a beat accuse
Democracy of maybe being less
Than advertised; can this process excuse
Its often lately so oppressive mess?
Of course, though, it's not difficult to guess
Benign dictatorships are rarely made.
Plus, I have found a place where most express
My thoughts. So on Iraq our voice conveyed
This wary region's dissident remark
In Congress — notably Mr. Pete Stark.

10.03.02   [Rhymes with "Wholesome"]

A needle's salute to powertools
Is tricky, for you might not care to think
About which things men do or do not wear
Thrill me, or cringe lest I reveal a kink.
So I'll just list some highlights from this rink
Of naughtiness. Amid the hides of steer
One costumed as a cow, a clever wink.
Another smartly played the catcher in his gear.
And for diversity you need not fear:
The leather Mr. San Diego Deaf
Was here. Big, intricate tattoos drew near.
And though I tried new things -- hey, what the F? --
My shoulder bore no scarring from the strap.
(Of Robbie's camera. Forgive my trap.)
Brand-name backstop

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