Sonnet Number One

Dearest Master, forgive me for what's to come,
Here is my respnse to your foul rhyme.
I read your rude poem, and began drinking rum,
There's nothing left for me but to waste time.

Because of your sonnet I feel so blue,
I cannot go outside for fear of laughs.
I never ever want to think of you,
When I think of you I think of Wraths.

You made me feel like the ugly duckling.
Your heart must be made of genuine stone,
My heart felt like a hore bucking,
And with each buck he broke another bone.

Even though I am blue, I'm also glad.
For you love me, and for that I'm not mad.