Shirley's Sonnet 130

Shirley's Sonnet 130

A Poem by Fei
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A friend jokingly asked for a sonnet to put on her gravestone, and I threw this together in pretty much exactly 20 minutes. I'm sorry Shakespeare.

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My Shirley’s eyes are nothing like the sun

Coral is far less red than her blood red.

To end her plight she went and found a gun

And put the barrel up against her head.

I have seen roses damask’d, red and white

But no such roses see I on her breasts.

To save her loved ones from a grisly sight

Closed casket was her path to final rest.

Her family members speak, yet well I know

She’d rather hear a far more pleasing sound.

Death metal ought to guide her leaving soul

And blast as she is lower’d into the ground.

Tonight will I exhume her from her grave

And f**k the bullet hole that’s in her brain.





© 2017 Fei


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A Poem by Fei