Sonneteer's note: this is the latest installment of an on-going sonnet serial, Pepito Mojito: The Interstellar Feller. New readers can get up to speed by clicking on the "Interstellar Feller" tag below to bring up all installments. Start at the bottom and read your way up to today's...
Pepito, still entranced, in the sick bay
Responds to naught; no drugs or prods or cries
Bring him from deep within. A smile doth play
Across his handsome features. How time flies
When one is hypnotized by the death-throes
Of strange new species! Yectara despairs,
Subjecting Dr. Vuhl to heavy blows
As only she administers. She spares
Him not. Meanwhile, down planetside,
Her team wraps up its gruesome job. They take
Some specimens, inter the rest (no guide
To local customs have they here), and make
An effort to conceal all traces of
The Grokulator's visit, for all love.
Friday, April 2, 2010
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