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Prompt 40 (29th April 2024)
The Political Bodyguard's Lament
Not a single one of us is perfect
I'd have to be the first to admit
But I am so fed up of that old git
That I think he is starting to suspect
And he's the one I am paid to protect
Though alas my poor heart is not in it
I am more than half inclined just to quit
Why not throw in the towel and defect
He's an insecure, pompous little man
Who is sadly in way over his head
We all knew this when first it was he ran
but voters do not mind he's an airhead
They listened when he said 'I have a plan'
Now we're looking to the future with dread
Poetry Form: Petrarchan
The Petrarchan sonnet, perfected by the Italian poet Petrarch,
divides the 14 lines into two sections:
an eight-line stanza (octave) rhyming ABBAABBA,
and a six-line stanza (sestet) rhyming CDCDCD or CDECDE.
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