Dec 11, 2013
Sonnet in G Major
T'was once upon a time in land long lost
I first laid eye on the fair northern lass.
Her teeth were shiny white, and always flossed,
Though sometimes she herself could be quite crass.
She was a master poet, expert of
Flowing verse, a priceless commodity.
Indeed, for her verse was free as a dove,
Though the dove be only half as pretty.
I sent her my love, and she sent it back
Bearing a red stamp: "RETURN TO SENDER".
"I'm super gay, you stupid fucking chazz!"
She exclaimed in the midst of a bender.
She said, "See ya, wouldn't wanna be ya!"
That was the last of my dear Sophia.
