Can't sleep, so I challenged myself to write a happy-ish sonnet in 30 minutes.
Who would compare you to a summer's day?
A summer's day does not make my heart sing.
Where I'm from, those days suck in every way.
Why didn't he compare you to the spring?
A summer's day is miserably hot.
I mean, things die if they're left in a car,
And everyone is angry and distraught
Because our sun is such a dickish star.
Our stupid sun gives us the cancer, right?
So, no. I won't compare you to a God of Death.
I will compare you to a summer's night,
'Cause I can feel your warmth in darkness' breath.
My heart and soul burn when I think of you.
...I guess that global warming does that too...
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