“Good thing love can make you happy and heard”: Shakespearean Sonnets at Taft

Writing sonnets is very, very hard.
Maybe Shakespeare liked it, but I do not.
But it is easier than writing cards.
But in my brain sonnets do lack a lot.

My brain is feeling very, very worn.
And no new thoughts are even being born.

I met her yesterday in the café.
Her outerwear was pleasing to the eye.
I got a cheese and spinach soufflé.
She left without a word, goodbye.

The food was great
but now its way too late.

I like to eat donuts because they’re good.
But I hate the ones with jelly inside.
Do you eat donuts, because you really should.
I like to eat my donuts from the other side.

Do you like donuts because I really do.
You should eat donuts because they are good.

I do not like to write all these sonnets.
I cannot find a word and them rhyme it.
Oh wait, I just did, I guess it’s not hard.
But now I have to put it in a card?

I’d rather just jot rhymes on my loos leaf.
And have random readers in disbelief.
Oh, why, oh why, can’t I just write in peace?
But no matter what I will never cease.

Oh whatever I guess I do not care.
All of this stuff is just too much to bare.

I really do not like to go to school.
I don’t like to wake up in the morning.
I hate when people think they’re really kewl.
I can’t find a word that rhymes with ‘morning.’

I am very bad at reading and writing.
I really think my teeth needs a whitening.

For she will be the life to be the best.
And not live in hate or war.
She not the least for she can rest.
Can leave from me if good for or

Not in lies she can not leave from
The past will kill in proper gore
Death to all the cheats and lies be dumb.

He is very blue, very long.
He has some fun with your stuff.
And when you need it, you open up.

I love to hang and spend some time with Brooke.
She is so nice and is such a great friend.
She is probably a really good cook.
Because she so good at everything.

My Brookie Cookie is my best friend.
I will always be there to give her a lending hand.

From here I hear the sound, a bubbling brook.
Over yonder near the edge of the wood.
Toward the chirping birds I look.
Noticing these things more than I ever could.

When the snow finally comes down,
and icy paths cover my way
the sharp winds, the sound, the drown.
Oh, how we all wish for the coming of May.

But when Spring returns, the sounds come too.
The birds and brooks, and trees sing do-dee-doo.

I am not in love, I am not a loner.
Valentine’s Day makes me feel so lonely.
Valentine has no use governor
All the guys around me try to act so manly.

So on Valentine’s Day leave me along.
And don’t call me on my phone.

Chicken is very good to eat.
The crispy, crispy flesh is good.
But the meat is the best to feast.
Chicken is loved by everyone, not just people in the Hood.

In this new age love is just a phase
Sadly love is sometimes just a big word
The lost of meaning left me in a daze
Good thing love can make you happy and heard

We must return the word to its feelings
After all, we need this as human beings

I got a PS4 on Christmas day.
It was a present from my sis and bro.
I only have a couple games to play.
I played with it, until I sent away.

This was the best present I was given.
My birthday’s in August, I’ll wait ’til then.

The queen Oprah loved bread and so do they.
She joined Weight Watchers and lost all that weight.
And now she eats bread everyday.

My Valentine is shaped just like a heart.
And like my heart, it was ripped into two.
So if my soul and body are to part.
You know who did it: My Special Who.

Don’t be surprised If I am to cry.
For it was to happen, I don’t know why.

Honestly I cannot write a Sonnet.
I hate rhyming, it makes me cringe I’d much
rather be outside and get stung by a hornet.
I’m so hungry, I need to finish my lunch.

I cannot wait ’til I finish writing
this couplet, then I can be done rhyming.