A “Sonnet” for Easter?
by flammeusgladius
A “Sonnet” for Easter?
Insulting God with sheer incompetence,
The fraud Shea peddles yet more Easter verses.
In false rhymes his boneheadedness immerses
The reader’s ear. Of course, he makes no sense
Babbling inanities. In all events,
My rigor, fierce and Juvenalian, curses
His fumbling fog, which never quite disperses,
His carelessness, which never near repents.
Sad truth: his editors are boneheads, too.
He fails in scansion and in rhyme? So what?
He fakes Catholicism through and through.
He poses as a sage, though he’s a nut.
Ghettoized Catholics just don’t have a clue.
He drops his tent-like pants. They kiss his butt.
–Tom Riley
Flammeus Gladius 