Sonnet Number One

Sonnet Number One

By Chuck RitenouR -1977

 

 

 

Tis sure, the food at scholl it stinks

And choices from choices are few;

Milk not fit to pour in sinks

The student's lunch is sad, but true.

The food machine smile with joy

as they pollute your Holy temple

With cakes, candies and chocolates galore

to spread the terminal pimple.

The simplest of solutions to our plight

Though I dare not brag

Is a lunch prepared the previous night

and brought to school in a bag.

A change will come to those heeding this suggestion

Noontime class are a joy, no fear of indigestion.

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No_Clue 5 years ago

You got this one right!Voted up and awesome and true!


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Chuck RitenouR 5 years ago from Front Royal, Virginia Author

No_Clue,

Thanks for dropping by and commenting. I wrote this in 1977 while attending a small rural community college. It was my first and only attempt at a sonnet....amazingly enough, it was chosen to be published in that years Anthology Of College Poetry. I'll never understand why it was so honored.

Chuck

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