Shall I compare you to a Summer’s day?
You’d not be flattered but angry and pissed,
Sneering at my explanations and insist
I’m a retarded male with nothing to say.
My compliments are often misconstrued
As the feeble patriarchy at work
And if I protest that I’m really woke
You’ll say sexism isn’t just bloody rude;
It’s objectifying through praise
Treating you as a stereotype.
But Clarice sweetness don’t believe the hype
If I look to Shakespeare’s to find the ways
And means to win your heart. And dear Clarice
If sonnets fail, how about a trip to Paris?
This week’s prompt at the CarrotRanch is to write about Clarice in 99 words thus
March 5, 2020, prompt: In 99 words (no more, no less), write a story about Clarice. She can be any Clarice real, historical, or imagined. What story does she have for you to tell? Go where she may lead!
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About TanGental
My name is Geoff Le Pard. Once I was a lawyer; now I am a writer. I've published several books: a four book series following Harry Spittle as he grows from hapless student to hapless partner in a London law firm; four others in different genres; a book of poetry; four anthologies of short fiction; and a memoir of my mother. I have several more in the pipeline.
I have been blogging regularly since 2014, on topic as diverse as: poetry based on famous poems; memories from my life; my garden; my dog; a whole variety of short fiction; my attempts at baking and food; travel and the consequent disasters; theatre, film and book reviews; and the occasional thought piece. Mostly it is whatever takes my fancy.
I avoid politics, mostly, and religion, always. I don't mean to upset anyone but if I do, well, sorry and I suggest you go elsewhere.
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I love this one.
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Thank you Vivienne. Glad you enjoyed it…
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If you compare Clarice to a summer’s day
Tis better than a tempest.
Her anger might just slip away
As she realises, rather than a gail a breeze is best.
Some women are never happy what ere you do.
So blow her out like a candle before she Sue’s you! 💜
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Classic, thank you for joining in the fun…
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I just couldn’t resist 💜
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Well done, Geoff, a great poem.
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Thanks v much Robbie…
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Excellent response to the crazy world where I am not supposed to enjoy a compliment!
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How could compromise the purity of the sisterhood! For shame!!
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LOL
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Killed it 😂
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Is that good!?
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Yes, most definitely! 😀
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Phew!
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😉
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Ha, well done! The poem and the result… lol
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Thanks… I think even in these days a little self isolation in Paris may work…
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I think it is a nice alternative😄
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That’s a plan then…
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👍
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It reads like the lament of the modern male suitor. Nice! I daresay that is your first 99-word sonnet…
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Keeping it to 99 was a real challenge. Yes a first!
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