NO MATTER HOW YOU TOSS THE DICE
Italian sonnet (iambic tetrameter)
when parsley, sage, rosemary, thyme
find places where there's room to grow
and brinkley and cathleen and joe
live happily without a dime
when all these things combine in time
like all the fairy tales you know
then will the cock begin to crow?
then will the nursery turn to rhyme?
when ends the honey festival
and sealing waxes eloquent
and painted wings would rather roam
but some threads are invisible
the room is full of elephant
and grace to love that rascal home