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TeaTimeSunday / SONNETS
by BOKE
BUFFY-VERSE SERIES    (70-73) SONNETS #74-77 of 154 (78-81)
INSPIRED-BY/CONCERNING:
BtVS EPISODE #17 (2.05)
"Reptile Boy"

ONE-HAIKU (EPISODE) RECAP:
The one where Buffy
goes to a fraternity BASH ...
(and kills their "pet" SNAKE)
[ewg]

 
[R.I.P. SEPT '02]

(for reference only) SONNETS #74-77/154 for Tea Time in L.A. #29 -
BtVS17 Reptile Boy

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Rhetorical verse for Tea Time in L.A. #29 - (Talking about Buffy
as Shakespeare would have. [g])

Posted by: forensicpoetry - Apr 22, 2002, 6:48 PM

(inspired by BtVS #17/2.5 "Reptile Boy")

[WITH CORRECTIONS]

 
(BUFFY-VERSE SERIES) SONNET #074-077 of 154
CHARMED (LIVES)

rhetorical verse in Shakespearean sonnet form
(a 4-sonnet sequence)

 }
{BVS_074_01.01} ALTHOUGH IT'S TRUE that Cordy wants the ring

{BVS_074_01.02} of worldly wealth and well-bred husband prize --

{BVS_074_01.03} dear Buffy wants "the rest" so bad, she'd {she'll} fling
{dear Buffy wants "the rest" so bad, her destiny she'll fling}

{BVS_074_01.04} aside her destiny . . . to search for guys . . .
{side so casually . . . to go in search of guys . . . }

 
{BVS_074_01.05} . . . or, as she'd put it: "normal girly stuff."

{BVS_074_01.06} Reluctant heroes? Screenplay 101.
{Of course, reluctant heroes are the norm in Screenplay 101, }

{BVS_074_01.07} So these decisions can't be blamed on Buf.

{BVS_074_01.08} (Also cliche: "Girls just want to have fun.")

 
{BVS_074_01.09} With Angel's fateful cards too hot to deal,

{BVS_074_01.10} and "Sargeant" Giles' tough training wearing thin,

{BVS_074_01.11} Good Lord, this high school girl just wants to feel

{BVS_074_01.12} "all pretty" sometimes. Can she never win . . .

 
{BVS_074_01.13} . . . a pony ride of pure, "plain girl" delight.

{BVS_074_01.14} Instead of danger ev'ry single night?


{2}

{BVS_075_02.01} SO TO ESCAPE the drudgery of fate,

{BVS_075_02.02} our Buffy tells a lie and takes a drink

{BVS_075_02.03} amidst a pit of vipers who deflate

{BVS_075_02.04} a girl's defenses with smooth talk. Their kink . . .

 
{BVS_075_02.05} . . . is how their worldly grace must be maintained:

{BVS_075_02.06} Some women seeking "more" are sacrificed

{BVS_075_02.07} to "Reptile Boy." And so our hero's chained

{BVS_075_02.08} with Cordy and another who had priced . . .

 
{BVS_075_02.09} . . . the merchandise -- yet overlooked the tax.

{BVS_075_02.10} (The metaphors are slanderous of course --

{BVS_075_02.11} the rich don't quite deserve the writers' axe

{BVS_075_02.12} so bluntly. Their luck's not by evil force . . .

 
{BVS_075_02.13} The source of their good fortune's more mundane

{BVS_075_02.14} than reptile gods. Today, I won't explain.)


{3}

{BVS_076_03.01} SUFFICE TO SAY that Buffy saves the day.

{BVS_076_03.02} It's lucky that her bonds were not too strong,

{BVS_076_03.03} Or she, like Cordy could just kneel and pray:

{BVS_076_03.04} when ev'rything about your day goes wrong.

 
{BVS_076_03.05} I say that with some irony because

{BVS_076_03.06} the prayers in Sunnydale are just a joke --

{BVS_076_03.07} and only evil folk need sacred laws.

{BVS_076_03.08} (Each Reptile-lover wore a monkish cloak.)

 
{BVS_076_03.09} No, violence is always Buffy's strength.

{BVS_076_03.10} No pow'r beyond her muscles is required

{BVS_076_03.11} except a pointy stake of any length.

{BVS_076_03.12} I'm sure her fated role would make her tired . . .

 
{BVS_076_03.13} . . . of the whole business, and just want to be

{BVS_076_03.14} a charmed boy's girl with no anxiety. ///


{4}

{BVS_077_04.01} THE TIME is running out as TEA TIME comes,

{BVS_077_04.02} and somehow all my points have run away --

{BVS_077_04.03} my calculator will not do its sums.

{BVS_077_04.04} And so this final sonnet's just for play. {g}

 
{BVS_077_04.05} The reason for extending this strange verse

{BVS_077_04.06} is that I've reached the midpoint of this path

{BVS_077_04.07} along the way to Shakespeare's num. I nurse

{BVS_077_04.08} these lines along . . . I'm sure incurring wrath . . .

 
{BVS_077_04.09} . . . of poets everywhere who scream: "No More!

{BVS_077_04.10} Why do you pour these words in Shakespeare's form?

{BVS_077_04.11} Please take these awful lines. Get out the door

{BVS_077_04.12} before we lose our minds. Go find a dorm . . .

 
{BVS_077_04.13} . . . in some insane asylum, where no harm

{BVS_077_04.14} will be done by your verse. How 'bout a farm?"

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