Quinton has been going through old school papers. He just shared this poem he had to write when he was a freshman. CLEARLY someone wasn't very happy with the assignment . . .
This is about how I hate love sonnets,
They use stupid language and metaphors:
They have stupid girls in stupid bonnets,
Goodness, just thinking of them makes me snore.
I cannot figure out why people love them,
I can’t describe why they suck, they just do:
These moronic poems are condemned,
And are simply quite splendidly untrue.
Anybody can write these stupid things,
Though, some are better at it than others:
But Shakespeare’s got nothing on my writings,
Though, he’s slightly better than my brothers.
So long as men can breathe or eyes can see,
These poems will bring displeasure to me.