I'm sure, if you're like me, that you have at times been washing mountains of laundry for those you love, or driving one of your nervous parents around town, and thought, "What this situation needs is a jolly good sonnet."
At our women's conference last Saturday, Crazy Sister presented her Washing Sonnet for the ladies while wearing an outrageous flowery bonnet. It could well be the best sonnet ever written, and you would do well to follow that link and read it. Please restrain yourself however from reading the Haiku immediately following it in the post. It is the most shocking seventeen syllables ever penned, and once read, it cannot be unread. Please do not do it.
Prior to the conference, I knew that our sonnet segment needed one from me too, so I wrote this one and presented it while wearing a similar flowery bonnet.
Driving With Dad
When I was younger, driving my old Dad,
Preparing for the dreaded driving test,
He showed a lack of faith which was quite sad,
And poor old me - I ended up quite stressed.
The position he'd assume was coolly deft:
Suppressing nervous tremors borne of fright;
Grasping the door handle with his left,
Clutching at the handbrake with his right.
He'd freak me out primarily because
When some poor distant car hove into sight,
He would assume 'twas closer than it was,
Exclaiming things I *think* were impolite.
And while his stress and nerves I understand,
These days, I drive without his guiding hand.