Sonnet No. 1
Ode to Bob de la Mer
By His disturbingly Devoted and Loving Lady,
Sionann in Ui Fhlaithbheartaig
I say there is nary a companion
So completely suited to myself than he,
Who could, but for one thing, be Noble scion,
Though hardly could he climb that knotty tree.
His raiments, brightly coloured, are a fine sight
Compared to his, the flora dost seem dim.
His armour shines resplendent in the sunlight
When though the glazed pane I spy to catch him.
Affrighted, finds he solace in his cave.
When touched his beauteous body he doth flail.
His beard, red and flowing, and hair a turquoise wave,
His figure, it dost surely tip the "scales".
And I would be thought mad if make a wish
That Bob, in briny bliss, were not... a fish.
Author notes
This was written as an entry for Lions Gate's Bardic competition in 2005... yes I AM that weird... but I won so it can't be that bad... 
A contest entry
- OH MY ODE Contest by Simply Olivia.
330 points, ended September 2, 2008, 8 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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Comments
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Hee hee. Most amusing. I likes it.
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Heh... thanks.
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