Italian or Petrarchan Sonnet

(I haven’t tried this genre before)

A night that I should have foreseen                                                         A
before, orchestrated by an evil malevolent man                                  B
intent on exerting his power, his devious, plan                                     B
rigged a democratic vote, cleverly on those benches green                A
the nightmare started off like a stupid, bad  dream                               A
once started, his deviousness began                                                            B
his weasel words – a sham                                                                               B
his intention, designed to vent his spleen                                                 A
after years of my loyal support                                                                       C
thrown aside, carelessly like a no longer wanted, rag doll                     D
had he noticed, my disapproval, of his selfishness                                   E
he determined, my ambitions to thwart                                                       C
with his cronies, they plotted my downfall                                                  D
his persona, no longer showing any effectiveness.                                   E


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1 Response to Italian or Petrarchan Sonnet

  1. Peter Baxendale says:

    In awe of your hidden talents,Mike

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