Breakfast is My Muse
Since about 2003, I've been cleaning my room.
So what? I hear you say, I've been cleaning my room every Saturday morning since I was five.
To which I reply with, No. What I mean is, I have been cleaning my room since 2003. As in, I'm perpetually tidying the same mess. It has been an ongoing thing. For years. I tend to store things in piles, and tidy up a section at a time. The problem with this system is that I have nowhere to put new things or things I want to keep but in one of the other piles, so by the time one pile is gone there're about three new ones that need doing.
Not that I really mind too much, as it means I'm constantly rediscovering things and I always have something to do.
The latest pile was my collection of university and careers stuff that I had accumulated throughout the latter years of highschool. I finally found my UAC documentation and my UNE and Sydney Uni acceptance letters, which was nice, as well as stumbling across a whole bunch of year 11/12 english work. The exact reason I had put that there escapes me.
However, one particular year 11 writing task caught my eye. I don't recall the exact criteria, but, basically, we had to rewrite Shakespeare's Sonnet 18, ("Shall I compare thee to a sommer's day?" etc), keeping the form and structure (14 lines, three quatrains, ends on rhyming couplet, each line containing one simple thought and each quatrain presenting a new idea), and, possibly, the theme.
So, here it is:
Stella's Sonnet 1 (Inspired by W. Shakespeare's Sonnet 18)
Shall I compare thee to a bowl of Special K?
Thou art more tasty and more ornate:
Hot toast is a better start to the day,
And cereal gets soggy and tends to deflate:
Sweetening sugar must be added at times,
And oft' weevils get in under rim;
Every used-by-date sometime declines,
And mould, staleness and other yuckies set in;
But thy eternal hygiene shall not fade
Nor lose possession of that crunchiness thou o'ust;
Nor should best-befores make thee grayed,
Provided this book never in milk be doused:
So long as tongues can taste and eyes can see,
Long will live thine bugless efficiency.