54. Paul Revere- the sonnet

Every day I'm sonneting, jims and jems, and a good bit of that is me trying to figure out what I'm going to write about. What more can I say about Paris? Do I want to turn off a bunch of people by writing about Star Wars (again, I think)?

Every day I write a sonnet and then, time allowing, I write another. This one has less of a sense of urgency, because I've got that day taken care of. But sometimes removing that pressure makes for a better sonnet.  The thought that started this one was: What if I rewrote the Beastie Boys' Paul Revere as a sonnet?

I even did it as a Spenserian one. They're trickier for me, though getting less so. Enjoy.

Ad Rock was on the run from zealous cops;

he chanced upon the thirsty MCA.

A drink was asked, refused; M got the drop

but, forces joined, they set off on their way.

For star-crossed love, Ad Rock just couldn't stay

and MCA possessed carte-blanche to kill.

While Paul Revere, poor horse, bore both all day

they went to the Fly Spot, there to get ill.

The ambience within was hot, not chill.

They thought they spied a friend, the bold Mike D.

The piano player got punched in the grille

as part of their new plan: get rich for free.

With money, girls, and beer amassed, they fled

and thought they: more adventures lie ahead.

If for some reason you're not familiar with this song, here's a youtube link:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tEM3dW2oWW4&feature=related