The jewelry store proprietor was gay,
it seemed, and when he dumped some diamonds out
for us to have a look at and to weigh
our options for engagement rings, about
a third of them caused us to start to doubt
by rolling off the counter, you could say.

He picked them up and set them there for us
to gaze upon, and then he disappeared
to find some settings or consult the bus
schedule or something. It started to seem weird
how long his absence lasted, and we feared
he may have made a desperate exitus.

I hesitate to write what happened next.
It was too funny for this solemn text.


  1. Very good, and very bad. I’m not saying you have to write a sonnet cycle, but you do have to tell us what happened!

  2. almostgotit says

    Now I remember that you write sonnets along with your lovely recent haiku (the one on Nov 3 was the best, of course) I’ve not read a lot of sonnets, and I like the way you did this one — like you were teasing the rules, somehow.

    And yes… what DID happen next?

  3. Yes, what did happen next?

  4. Rufus McCain says

    I wonder if I’ve just written the first ever cliff-hanger sonnet? Perhaps y’all could supply your own imagined endings. Bonus points if you employ iambic pentameter and rhyming couplet form.

  5. The Ironic Catholic says

    Sonnet sequel!

  6. I couldn’t rhyme if my life depended on it.

    my purgatory will be an endless class in sonnets.

    Please continue, inquring minds have to know.

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