This is a Shakespearean sonnet, which follows a rhythm of ABAB CDCD EFEF GG. This was inspired by one of Shakespeare's own sonnet which basically roasted one of his mistresses but at the last two lines said that he still loved her.
That's the idea of this, I'm absolutely roasting Shakespeare, but at the end I'm gonna be at least somewhat nice about him.
The language of French is easy to learn
In comparison to the tongue you speak
To study is something I do not yearn
Yet to not speak it, can make one seem weak
Ne'er do we speak your original plays
Adapted for children, tragedy gone
Everything is just ripoffs nowadays
It intrigues us, yet it is just so wrong
And what became of the English language?
You ripped it up for your selfish abuse
The one that's now in a plastered bandage
And is now the book of corrective use
And yet your legacy continues on
We owe so much to you now you are gone.
YOU ARE READING
Poetry
PoesiaMy creative writing course has given me a soft spot for poetry. So here are some of mine.
