Pop Sonnets

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Young Thomas is a longshoreman by trade
whose guild ceased work to fight for wages fair.
The strike drags on; ‘tis weeks since he’s been paid –
a crawl toward destitution and despair.
But he has been from truest hardship saved;
his sweetheart Gina’s at an inn employed
where, for her love, she works as though enslaved
so they might still their usurers avoid.
She tells him softly, “We must not despair;
despite our prospects grim, we must endure!
We have our love; ‘tis wealth beyond compare,
worth all the trial of our fate unsure.
- With pray’r alone, we have survived ‘til now.
Pray, take my hand! We’ll triumph soon, I vow!”

Bon Jovi, “Livin’ on a Prayer”



From western Philadelphia I hail,
where in my youth I’d play upon the green
‘til – rue the day! – I found myself assail’d
by ruffians contemptible and mean.
Although the spat was trivial and brief,
it wounded my dear mother deep within;
and so, to give her conscience sweet relief,
she sent me forth to live amongst her kin.
When to my port of call I’d been conveyed,
I came upon a coachman most unique;
and yet, I simply took the trip and paid,
despite his cab’s décor and fresh mystique.
- I survey all the land with princely mien
in fair Bel-Air, where I do lay my scene.

Will Smith, “The Fresh Prince of Bel-Air”