An English sonnet in the Elizabethan courtly-love style, wherein the poet concocts a "problem" then solves it, in the process celebrating not only his beloved's virtues, but also what he hopes will be taken as his own wit...


No Princess She!


The curious crowd pressed in, a crowd indeed:
So small the slipper sparkling in the Sun!
A test fit for a princess, all agreed;
And grim the tale, before the search was done.

And who but a true princess could complain,
On waking up on tiers of luxury,
Of having felt excruciating pain
From but a deeply buried, hidden pea?

So how is it that lovely Christabel
No princess is? For sensitive is she;
Her feet how dainty tongue can scarcely tell.
But princess? No. What reason can there be?

Too late for Christabel to play that part:
Already she's a queen--queen of my heart!



Sonnet by Rob Graber
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Written on 2016-03-16 at 15:28

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Kathy Lockhart
So lovely! I miss the beautiful sound/rhythm of the sonnet. Yours is so sweetly clever. A joy to embrace.
2016-04-25


Nancy Sikora
OOooo, good one. And a queen is infinitely better than a princess.
2016-03-18



Beautiful and talented writing. You made me smile.
Ashe
2016-03-17


Yanto
I love this

So clever and witty

Slightly green am I
2016-03-16


Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
Bravo, Rob. Problem solved, love extolled, wit exhibited.
2016-03-16


shells
You make this look so easy, exquisite.
2016-03-16



Problem solved! Your wit astounds me, Sir. As always, this reads with exquisite grace and precision. To compose a formal sonnet with no clumsy phrases or gaudy tangents is a grim task indeed, and you do it with such playful ease and lightness. A princess of a poem!
2016-03-16