Pickin’ ’em
By Margaret A. Robinson

Light gets cruelly overworked. Sweet June
comes last, pentameter’s fifth stress,
almost always rhymed with good old moon.
To make fresher verse, sonneteers obsess,

scan thesauri, i. d. Eden’s snake -
rattler? garter? asp? Not a moot
point. Antoinette talked generic cake.
We think bombe or torte. A woman – beaut?

hag? fox? felt-hatted Greta Garbo,
pinafored Snow White? (While iambs play,
a real cop grabs his stick, beats a hobo;
unmetered lines will speak another day.)

For now, the couplet’s wrist – zircon? rhinestone?
Which spritz - My Sin? lavender cologne?