Today in Shakespeare class, our teacher divided us up into four groups to write a sonnet: three groups to write a quatrain, and one group to write the couplet. The subject was heat.
It... was an interesting experience.
And it was hot upon the sandy beach,
the sun's strong beams shine on the empty shore.
Soft waves crash in an everlasting reach.
I wish the sun would shine forever more.
Thy heat is like a pin pricked in my side,
the sharp end point spreads poison through my soul.
My heart sinks with the ever-changing tide.
I now begin to think that love is dull.
Jakolby's politics are getting heat,
throwing shade as dank as roaring flame.
He may think his views are turn't and elite,
but #feelthebern's a choo-choo train.
Although my passions lack the heat of flame,
truth is, this Utah weather is to blame!