Title: Reply to Sonnet 18
by coryn from Scotland | in writing, poetry, love
A Reply To Sonnet 18
Shall I compare thee to a summers day?
Thou shall certainly noht hu dare you
Hu dare you be so barbaric with what thou say
Thy poem loiters on like having the flu
Hu pompous of thou
To think that I shall fall for such a thing
You have tricked me right now
But behind such words I see lies that cling
That it was not about me at all it was about you
And thats the most hurtfull and unromantic thing ever
Telling me something that means nothing to
So nu im at the end of my teather
So basically one is saything this was remote
So right now one will get thou's coat!
Well....this is my first time publishing a poem of mine and im quite new to poems but i just thought i would give it a go. I hope you enjoy it. I didnt manage to write it in iambic pentameter or follow the rules completly.
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