TROCHA-SPONDALOOPIAN SONNET
The Spondee
No such foot exists in English,
SOME SAY.
Tell them otherwise? They’ll whistle
NO WAY.
Even if you’re heading north to
GREEN BAY--
Driving through a freezing blizzard
ALL DAY
Stuffed inside a green and purple
DOWN COAT
Fighting off a virus plus a
SORE THROAT
They will still be adamant-- but
DON’T GLOAT,
Don’t insist their hocus pocus
WON’T FLOAT.
Even though they know that they are
ALL WET,
Don’t expect that they’ll admit it—
NOT YET.
Just relax, and it’ll happen,
NO SWEAT.
Could it take another decade?
YOU BET.
They will say, How silly of me,
HO HO!--
(Will they add they’re very sorry?
HELL NO.)
—Marilyn Taylor