Third+Period+Group+Four

Title: After-dune Delight Topic: Love Type: Petrarchan/Italian

Stranded in the desert of solitude Love is taken by the sands of confusion. Unsure if love is real, or a delusion, Trying to find comfort in the sand, body nude.

Spinning through emotions like being screwed, The power drill seems to have no conclusion, Until emotions explode like nuclear fusion. Inevitable for Old Faithful to have spewed,

Trapped in the cages of Guantanimo Bay, The she-devil devoured my poor soul. I never expected this from sweet Topanga, Unable to find pleasure when the world is gray.

A goat eaten under the bridge by a troll, She drove over my heart in a Dodge Duranga.