POETRY CHALLENGE WEDNESDAY!
Today, I challenge you to write a sonnet!
Here's my stab at it:
When in the night, my gmail sounds its bell,
and rouses me from dreams of distant lands,
I find a message hovers o'er my hands,
that seeks my comfort only for to tell.
But when I type my fingers cannot quell
the fury of my Apple's flaming fans,
whose wrath is soothed by wisdom of no man,
who keeps my message in its seeded hell!
My anguish knows only my heart's own cage!
It boils my blood and burns my innards all!
Its torments rage all through the winds around
and heeds not even common sense's call!
She opens not the next nor near next page!
Her brains remain responsive to no sound!
(Thanks for the suggestion, Jake!)