2. Snarky Sonnet upon a Reformatted Relationship
She said from now on we should just be friends,
And I was quite upset, but scarcely stumped;
So this, I told myself, is how it ends.
I know enough to know when I've been dumped.
Alright. So let her go to hell, and find
Some other fool to step on! I won't play
Her little games! And should she change her mind,
Too late! I won't give her the time of day!
Oh, wait. She really wants to "stay in touch,"
Without the touching--Won't I understand?
I don't. No longer may I do so much
As touch a little finger of her hand?
What of those dainty feet, in this new format?
Can they avoid all contact with her doormat?
Sonnet by Rob Graber
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Written on 2017-08-09 at 22:46
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