Why do I loathe thee? Let me reminisce…
Your avarice is blinding, selfish dunce.
You act is if to be so smart (how fun!).
Your selfishness and pride both at me hiss.
Haha! I’m glad you are so stupid, foe!
You do not know that now I secretly,
Behind your back, as you have done to me,
Plot your demise, and hate you, muchly so.
To think! I once thought of you as a friend!
Manipulation is your only skill?
You sicken me, you and your cunning ends.
You bore me with your tales and will to ill.
And if God choose, God-fearing, stupid fool,
Please burn in Hell and drown in poison pools.
My parody of Elizabeth Barrett Browning's famous "Sonnet 43". The one that starts "How do I love thee? Let me count the ways..."
ReplyDeleteAhaha! That's awesome how you made an exact replica of the sonnet that meant the total opposite meaning. It just goes to show: there's a thin line between love and hate.
ReplyDeleteToo true for words Alice!
ReplyDeleteThe original:
ReplyDeleteHow do I love thee? Let me count the ways.
I love thee to the depth and breadth and height
My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight
For the ends of Being and ideal Grace.
I love thee to the level of everyday's
Most quiet need, by sun and candle-light.
I love thee freely, as men strive for Right;
I love thee purely, as they turn from Praise.
I love thee with a passion put to use
In my old griefs, and with my childhood's faith.
I love thee with a love I seemed to lose
With my lost saints, --- I love thee with the breath,
Smiles, tears, of all my life! --- and, if God choose,
I shall but love thee better after death.