I’m glad my mother doesn’t cook our meals
(it saves me all the trouble washing plates)
Organic foods I never buy of late
(and now I save a lot of cash on meals)
Although my pains will never, ever heal
(at hospitals I now don’t have to wait)
And still I live with such a dreary fate
(but I’ll escape with my clogged arteries)
My fatty, salty foods may kill me soon.
I’ll get depressed just looking at my weight.
And maybe I’ll get nasty heart disease.
But please, don’t take away my toxic brews…
my tartrazine or lovely glutamate…
I’ll miss my EDTA and my saccharin!
haha! This one's...interesting...
ReplyDeleteThanks :) I always wanted to write a sonnet about junk food, so that's how it came out I guess!
ReplyDeleteThis is my first Petrarchan sonnet. There is a group of eight lines (rhyme scheme abbaabba) at the beginning, and six (rhyme scheme varies, sometimes cdecde for an example) at the end. I subdivided this one into four, four, three, three, which looks almost like a Shakespearean sonnet. Sonnet 100-199 will be Petrarchan! Yay! :P
Oh, and mentioned some of my favourite food chemicals in this sonnet: tartrazine (yellow colouring), glutamate (or mono sodium glutamate or MSG). EDTA (commonly disodium EDTA), and saccharin (over-sweet artificial sweetener).
ReplyDeleteI hope everyone realizes this is meant to be sarcastic, not that I LOVE junk this much! I do love junk food sometimes, especially chips and mayo from time to time...