- Sep 7, 2001
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I had to write a sonnet for my Shakespeare class. Let me know what you think!
Your seventeen-inch flat screen is so clear
Set with an eighty-five hertz refresh rate.
A CDR can always be found near,
To burn all mP3?s acquired of late.
Your mouse?s LED glows constantly,
And shines upon your keys so I can type.
Each stroke seems to go by so silently
Allowing both roommates to sleep tonight.
You were to be the most superior one,
Outshining all the others come before.
It took so long to see you finally run,
But this only endears you to me more.
Built by my hands, conceived by I alone.
Not Dell, Compaq, nor Gateway, but mine own.
Your seventeen-inch flat screen is so clear
Set with an eighty-five hertz refresh rate.
A CDR can always be found near,
To burn all mP3?s acquired of late.
Your mouse?s LED glows constantly,
And shines upon your keys so I can type.
Each stroke seems to go by so silently
Allowing both roommates to sleep tonight.
You were to be the most superior one,
Outshining all the others come before.
It took so long to see you finally run,
But this only endears you to me more.
Built by my hands, conceived by I alone.
Not Dell, Compaq, nor Gateway, but mine own.
