Writing 4 - Shakespeare rewritten
A cat on heat
“Oh yes, I see thee sir,” she stood up and pounced. “Male cat on heat. I can see through - your rhyme you cheat!” And she kept on: “Where is my song? You just praise him - let balls be ‘buds’ - use sun and wind and clouds as props.” She was just so mad, she could not keep the pulse, nor rhyme: “You talk 'rough winds’, ha! More like rough luv’ - too short, not sweet! A friend in sight – your loins just groan! I’ll make your eye shine – not gold – but blue and black – to dim a dim man’s sight. He - will grow old and fat (I hope), but not you my fool – your last breath is now!” She pounced – and miau! So there you go; this is the end of the tale of a male on heat and how he lost his wife and sight of love in more than one way. What have we learnt – not a lot! Just watch out who reads your poem– or you’ll be got!
Excellent and absolutely original work. I guess you are playing on the fact of some of Master Wills sonnets being written to a young man rather than a woman...
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Thanks Bent - and yest, you're right - read somewhere that this sonnet apparently was meant for a young man.
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