When Rebecca gave me my last set of words, I called her a bad name (not to her face, of course). The words she chose for me were ‘methinks’, ‘it’ (a nice one) and ‘vouchsafe’. Selected from her new Shakespearean words kit, there was little I could do with them but attempt a sonnet. So, her you have my lowly attempt (which is not actually a Shakespearean sonnet because I cheated with the rhyme pattern).
Methinks my friend Rebecca is too smart
For her own good – and mine – it breaks my heart.
She challenges to me write but gives me rules:
I must make use of words best meant for fools.
I dither and I sweat how best to work
Them into poem form, yet not berserk.
Some sense is needed, else my readers’ ire
Will harshly rise and from blog they’ll retire.
And so I boil and toil upon my sonnet
Labouring e’er so hard and long upon it.
Vouchsafe one thing though, last laugh I shall cackle:
soon I’ll choose words to raise Rebecca’s hackle!
(Poem by Sally Murphy, 2016)