Your nine-foot roots are terrifying pains,
Conniving, selfish, wicked little brutes.
You blatantly ignore my crude disdain!
(Perhaps I’d love you more if you had fruit.)
But no, you cursed weed of legends old!
With floating seeds, persistent, vile still -
Your children multiply like bread’s blue mould.
Not mortals nor immortals bend your will.
But still what are you but a harmless plant?
We slay you all in vain all day and thus
we make our lives so difficult and rant
whilst you’re so easy to maintain – no fuss!
Just what we need – more hardship in our lives…
but Life’s a dandelion, so – survive!
365 Sonnets is completed! While there be no more new posts, feel free to read the sonnets and comment! :)
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- Sonnet XL
- Sonnet XLI
- Sonnet XLII
- Sonnet XLIII
- Sonnet XLIV
- Sonnet XLV
- Sonnet XLVI
- Sonnet XLVII
- Sonnet XLVIII
- Sonnet XLIX
- Sonnet L
- Sonnet LI
- Sonnet LII
- Sonnet LIII
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- Sonnet LV
- Sonnet LVI
- Sonnet LVII
- Sonnet LVIII
- Sonnet LIX
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