Transcendental Sonnet #933:
The Last Time I Saw My Uncle Jack

The last time I saw my Uncle Jack
He still hadn't had a heart attack
He'd gotten his cholesterol down
And that combination sneer and frown
Was still firmly affixed to his face

And still utterly lacking in grace
Though somewhat shrunken he was still there
And damn it I wish I didn't care
But I faced him there in that courtroom
One of four lawsuits seeking my doom

And he lost them all he's big I'm small
But maybe he learned something from me
That this bastard child of destiny
Beat the biggest bastard of them all

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+Steven Curtis Lance

Copyright MMIV Silke LLC

Wow, what a tale well told!

This is one for the top ten. Soon we have to increase the number of sonnets that the top ten includes (?)(!)(?)

Farewell for now my good friend.

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It's always a good feeling to be vindicated in court. Great poem.