how can one thing be so small and yet so big?
an unimportant thing that means so much
that I believe turns me into a pig.
still, I never want it to leave my clutch.
emotional effusion pours from me
when I contemplate such beauty within.
indulging fills my soul with utter glee.
reflecting on the forms just makes me grin.
thou may call me insane or rather mad,
and say this monomania is wrong.
and I shall say thy censure makes me sad,
and I believe thou hast to come along.
the bandwagon awaits thy great presence
to love this sanctimonious essence.
a/n omg this is so weird.
this was a school assignment. we recently began studying shakespeare in ila and were told to write a sonnet. a sonnet consists of 14 lines, and the pattern is ababcdcdefefgg. sonnets are written in iambic pentameter, meaning every line consists of 10 syllables, alternating between unstressed and stressed syllables.
WITH THAT BEING SAID, I FUCKING HATE STRUCTURED POEMS AND SONNETS ARE FUCKING HARD TO WRITE.
but it wasn't just a sonnet that we had to write.
we had to use shakespearean language (meaning old english) and at least 3 vocabulary words.
and it had to be about food.
so, I give you...
a poem about milkshakes.
