Bob Genevro

(February 20,1951 / Palo Alto, CA)

The First Anniversary Sonnet


We stood and proclaimed 'I do' wedding wows
and the organ grinded
The Taco Bell Canon in D Major
and Chopin's Polonaise Mayonnaise in Egg Flat.

We dashed into the Sausalito Hotel
into the Queen Victoria room
sipping gold champagne, clicking crystals,
shedding our fig leaves...and multiplying.

Let's celebrate our Paper Anniversary at the Gypsy Cellar.
The candlelight steak dinner comes with a violinist
who will serenade us
to Leon Russell's ballad 'Song for You'.

Edna St. Vincent Millay sums up my glee:
'I only know that summer sings in me.'

Submitted: Monday, December 18, 2006
Edited: Saturday, December 11, 2010

Do you like this poem?
0 person liked.
0 person did not like.

Read this poem in other languages

This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.

I would like to translate this poem »

word flags

What do you think this poem is about?

Comments about this poem (The First Anniversary Sonnet by Bob Genevro )

Enter the verification code :

There is no comment submitted by members..

Top Poems

  1. Phenomenal Woman
    Maya Angelou
  2. The Road Not Taken
    Robert Frost
  3. If You Forget Me
    Pablo Neruda
  4. Still I Rise
    Maya Angelou
  5. Dreams
    Langston Hughes
  6. Annabel Lee
    Edgar Allan Poe
  7. If
    Rudyard Kipling
  8. I Know Why The Caged Bird Sings
    Maya Angelou
  9. Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening
    Robert Frost
  10. Invictus
    William Ernest Henley

PoemHunter.com Updates

New Poems

  1. Wooden Footprints, RoseAnn V. Shawiak
  2. New Migration Equilibriums Time Shift Es.., Terence G. Craddock
  3. bonnie to your clyde, Mandolyn ...
  4. Purpose Of Life!, Geetha Jayakumar
  5. Corridors, RoseAnn V. Shawiak
  6. My Forever Crying Angel, Vlad Mutuleanu
  7. ThankYou!, Geetha Jayakumar
  8. let the wild rumpus start!, Mandolyn ...
  9. Day 28 of July 2014, Erica Borges
  10. Keep on the Sunny Side, Joseph Narusiewicz

Poem of the Day

poet Edmund Spenser

Of this worlds theatre in which we stay,
My love like the spectator ydly sits
Beholding me that all the pageants play,
Disguysing diversly my troubled wits.
...... Read complete »

   
[Hata Bildir]