On a drab day beneath Russian skies
Did falling low evoke unplanned rise.
Entertainers outfitted in period dress
Upstaged at once by sudden duress.
Above the ground but beneath the stage
Cut short thy parry afore thy battle rage.
Over waxed wood with leather soles
Portend a descent into new found holes.
Medieval knight upon poor construction
Slid out of sight sans sword seduction.
At his misfortune compelled to chortle
Am I as he disappears beneath the portal.
May this constant loop of slapstick fate
Not injure dignity as fowl as did it his pate.
(This GIF was the inspiration for the sonnet.)
(This GIF was the inspiration for the sonnet.)
