I did a sonnet which, according to a website I found, has 10 sylables per line, every other line ryhmes and there are 14 lines. It also looks like the last 2 lines ryhme.
Anyways, I wrote to a strawberry. It's sort of hilarious, sort of not. I wasn't trying to be funny... I guess it just depends on how you look at it. xD
Oh, and if you don't get the "rich kid" part... I was trying to imply that he/she was with all of the "perfect" strawberries. Make sense? Good...
Ah, and the second to last line doesn't really work and I know that. =/
[Title]
I hunt for you at your harvests each year.
There is always a disappointing fruit.
Once I find you I stab you with my spear.
Into the basket you go all too mute.
Blue you only get to be with rich kids.
I think that is strange; you are very red.
You all go into bottles, each with lids.
I slowly eat the population dead.
Why do I do it? It is quite simple.
Your taste is like no other; that is why.
I eat you when it destroys your dimple.
I even do it when it makes you cry.
You will be in heaven with no daughter.
Soon more strawberries will join the slaughter.
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