Sonnets: Cart Before the Horse
In this week’s sonnet, Our Lady Penelope confesses to possessing a strange habit. I must admit this made me chuckle but also reminded me to not put the “Cart Before the Horse.”
Cart Before the Horse
When some fantastic notion, deed or plan
Occurs to me, I do not make a move.
Instead I just work harder on my tan,
Enjoying thoughts of triumph in my groove.
I picture myself giving interviews
About my great accomplishment withal,
On radio and television news,
Will surely be the belle of my own ball!
Yes in my mind with sequins I’m adorned,
A crown upon my head, my hand much kissed.
There is no chance my efforts will be scorned.
Oh wait – perhaps there’s something I have missed.
I do have this one fault, a little quirk-
I take my bows before I do my work.–
