A Sonnet to James Franco’s Eyebrows
Shall I compare them to a slanting cliff
That shades those moist brown pools which are your eyes?
But no! They gambol like a sea-swept skiff
Embattled by the ever-changing tides.
Thy brows compel strange shifts in wind and weather
That culminate in fractious frigid fronts,
In polar vortexes, while we endeavor
To live and to survive your brows’ affront
Upon our psyches, for with every slant
Thy brows engender feelings and incite
Such riotous tumult that mere mortals can’t
Conceive, nor comprehend their very plight.
Thus all that there is left which cans’t us save,
Is this: your burly eyebrows thou must shave.
Regrettable Poet: Jessica Mannion
Poem inspired by This Post which mentions a sonnet about James Franco’s eyebrows, which I couldn’t find, but sounded like a terrific idea, so I made my own. Aaaahhhh … feels good to write a regrettable poem after such a regrettably long amount of time.