A The horrid winter evening was so dark
B The devil was let loose and roamed the field
A He cries at night when storms ignite a spark
B Like guardians unprotected by the shield
C Like tempered silver swords begin to mold
D And waves go high in crooked splashing seas
C And in the cold of winter, giants scold
D The hair is itchy from the swarm of fleas
E He never claimed ‘twas known to be discrete
F When he exposed his manly private parts
E The devil made a jealous, quick retreat
F A glorious feast was held to hail the tarts
G The wonders of a baked and eaten bun
G As full of life as this sonnetic pun
