If you do not know what a "sestina" is, pay attention to the last word of every sentence. |
Sitting in the grass, I am entranced by a single petal Of an innocent daisy that does incoherently seduce Any onlooker, especially me. Yet, when a ruthless paw Of a foolish canine crushes the flower, only a generic Crumpled up plant is left. Not even a gentle sunkiss Could bring back the daisy’s enticingly subtle Ability to entrance me. The sensation was so subtle And yet I long for it. I painfully ache for the petal And the revival of the flower. If only that damn sunkiss Would not be so gentle and make the little daisy seduce Me just a little bit more because that worthless heap of generic Nothing, intrigues me no more than the intruding paw Of that incompetent canine. That stupid stupid paw Absolutely ruined my day of relaxation in the park’s subtle, Yet soothing essence. Now, it all seems so uncomfortably generic And excruciating with itchy grass, a sticky breeze, a rubber petal On rubber daisies that I don’t think will ever again be able to seduce Anything but canine’s dung excreted from that special place a sunkiss Will never go. In case you have the intelligence of a canine, the sunkiss Will never go near its butthole, ew. Ew, what if its paw Went there? Ew! Then it infected the daisy that now, really will seduce Not a goddamn thing. I cannot believe that such a small, subtle Little thing could be ruined so easily. That poor little petal Will never again intrigue me and furthermore, it has made generic Every other petal of every other daisy of every other park and generic, Mind you, sucks. Even the sun is not the same. Its sunkiss Is no different than a tanning bed, no longer soothing me like the petal Once did, but only enhancing the pigments in my skin. That paw, That disgusting, life-ruining paw destroyed my park and subtle Ways of life that were so sensational. Now, nothing will seduce Me because I will always remember how that daisy did seduce Me, but was rudely taken away, leaving me in a stupid generic World. You think a really smooth and pretty rock, with a subtle Shimmer of hope, and a desire for the touch of a gentle sunkiss, Could stand up against the canine son of a bitch and its paw? Maybe not. I don’t think I’ll ever again feel like I did with that petal. How it did seduce me, warmly embracing me like a gentle sunkiss. Nothing generic could ever make me feel how I did before that paw Came along. It was so subtle, I never even saw, and then I lost the petal. |