April 17, 2006


Please put Shakesperian sonnets on the subject of Johnny Depp's physical perfection here. Be sure to make liberal use of risque puns and use figurative language to imply extreme naughtiness. Also, link to pictures.

It's not a contest or anything. I would just LIKE you to.

Posted by joshilyn at April 17, 2006 6:30 PM

My Depp, he is quick keen, sweet earnest as
The thirst of sun-burnt youths afloat on docks
The firey stars and frozen sea like jazz
In turn arise, his eyes, like bourbon'n rocks.
His mouth, his face, are soulful, ardent, and
Alert. His sentience (loving, kind) is bare
As pure as tempting, young seductors' glands
New loosed on hags, who, sad, sought such in prayer.
Though youthful, fresh, he's yet neglected, dog-
Eared, coarse. His hair, his clothes, fall free, relaxed.
A plebeian soubrette, though also fogged
With airs of wise and weary wit too taxed.
It's not his hair or stance we beauty call,
But soul and gut combined, result of all.

(With thanks to the master, Alexander Pope)

Posted by: Courtney at April 18, 2006 9:05 AM

Not as good as Courtney's, but I can't resist:

Ah Johnny, your deep brown eyes and chiseled lips
Doth make me oh so faint and weak.
You make me want to grind my hips
Against your rounded manly cheek.
No, not your face - the other end
So nicely filling out your pants.
To even pirates you can lend
An air that makes me want to dance
A dance upon your bounding main.
I know t'would be such perfect bliss.
I now throw caution down the drain
And life my face to meet your kiss.
But then, alas, I hear a bell.
It's morning. Time to wake up. Hell.

Posted by: DebR at April 18, 2006 1:16 PM

Damn - in the third-from-the-last line, that should be "lift", not "life". Sheesh!

Posted by: DebR at April 18, 2006 1:19 PM

DebR, yours is much more fun than mine! What's with third lines, anyway? I swear that I really do know how to spell "fiery." Sheesh, indeed!

Posted by: Courtney at April 18, 2006 3:57 PM

Uh, Poems R Not Us. Though, if tangents count, then I have a picture link.


Best I could do for you! I can't wait for Between, Georgia!

Posted by: Lilymane at April 20, 2006 3:41 PM

Oh, to find flowery words for Johnny Depp.
At such a chore I am inept and the words they evade me.
Such is the ringing of the chimes of my times
I am a distant thunder in the echoes of my mind. I am a vanished wind and a song that is worn.
Oh, to find the sunshine within the silence of his shadow.
To find the meek and the bold, the young and the strong. To find youthfulness and yearning I am at a loss.
The ravages of distant memories haunt my romance.
I am a stone.

Posted by: Miss Audrey at April 23, 2006 12:58 AM

Sonnet's Title,

Ode to Johnny Depp

Posted by: Miss Audrey at April 23, 2006 1:12 AM