I wrote this with poetess extraordinaire Chick George (AKA Jenny). I have absolutely no experience writing sonnets and made a mess of it. She was kind enough to point out a mere 65 errors in my first attempt, making helpful suggestions and re-writing entire sections. If this deserves any praise at all, it is because of her tireless efforts to salvage my little disaster. Thanks Jenny*
There once lived two midgets in ****** land Who found a lass lying on a flat stone Alone upon a beach. The grainy sand Within their tiny shorts crept, yielding frowns Of sorts that miniature faces command And consternation's curses clearly read On wee lips; eagerly they peeked at things They'd only dreamt could be. Their visions fed With silly notions that sometimes appear; Oz's glory blinding ancient depraved kings. The fire's wasted logs flaccid with despair Left to time's inevitable decay By nature's cruel wit unabashed, laying bare Small-minded men seen close or far away.