Sonnet

Dare daughter to embark on this laughter,

extraneous tempest, suggestion of sea,

Retribution returns to us after,

done up with the ribbons of the third degree.

Avenged folly resolves like a boomerang,

umbrage nothing like umbrellas or hats.

Magniloquent prayers in place of dull slang

evince a great awakening of threats.

Nomenclature like a pack of wild beasts

turns on its head, pronounces itself dead.

Heaven and hell are talked about by priests

under domes a good sinner might dread.

Maybe contrition is a gift to the guilty

buoyed by the declarations of fealty