Sonnet

From you have I been absent in the spring
Shakespeare


From you have I been absent in the spring,
When proud-pied April, dressed in all his trim,
Hath put a spirit of youth in every thing,
That heavy Saturn laughed and leaped with him.
Yet nor the lays of birds, nor the sweet smell
Of different flowers in odour and in hue
Could make me any summer's story tell,
Or from their proud lap pluck them where they grew.
Nor did I wonder at the lily's white,
Nor praise the deep vermilion in the rose;
They were but sweet, but figures of delight
Drawn after you, you pattern of all those.
Yet seemed it winter still, and you away,
As with your shadow I with these did play.


The Last Sonnet


There are many challenges that I have seen
not many are as odd as this one is
to this challenge I am not very keen
I would much rather get a final quiz

The assignment is an anthology
so many poems to put into it
please Easton send me to biology
if someone sold one I would buy a kit

I say the worst part of this assignment
Is writing a original sonnet
This makes my brain go out of alignment
to not do it can I move to Monett

This, the last sonnet I will ever do
is now being enjoyed right now by you.