Shakespeare’s Sonnet 18 But Bad
Mar 18, 2022
Would ya be offended if I compared ya to a summer’s day? (Oh screw it, I’ll do it anyway!)
U r nice and temperature
Like a hurricane destroying flowers in May
Summer vacation is much too shortature
The sun burns my flesh and shines
But tans yours so angrily
Eventually summer has to decline
Your bush is trimmed so unchangingly
I guess summer will not die
How I want you forever!
Our parents threaten us oh me oh my
When we shrivel and wrinkle it will be an endeavor
You’d have to be deaf or blind not to realize it
But you’ll live forever in this poem dammit!
Part of my parody poem series. It’s literally all my bad poetry. Some of it is deliberately bad. Some of it I wrote when I thought I could write poetry. Guess what category this belongs to?
