HAHAHAHA... MENTAL DIVERGENCE, MY MUSE!
My tribute to the genius of Shakespeare
Published on December 11, 2005 By TARSIER In Pets & Nature
Sonnet 1337

The squirrel's nostrils fill with the spring airs

As it hops around the greeny grass ground.

Squirrels are concerned not with human cares,

And find materialism unsound.

The squirrel is as happy as can be,

As the wind blows in its fur and buckteeth,

When it frolics from green grass ground to tree

Hiding in the newness of nature's wreath.

Squirrels nickname happens to be lucky,

And as you most assuredly will see,

Mainly there are just too many Bucky's,

but some twisted irony there must be.

Squirrel jumps in ecstasy from the trees,

Fate lands Lucky under a Mercedes.


*I believe this follows pretty good iambic pentameter and the Shakespearean Rhyming Scheme for Sonnets. PLease point out any errors or suggestions

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