It's not all me. It's not all my fault. I may remind you, but I won't take it all on.

So, I was writing a analytical paper on Shakespeare's Sonnet 130, and I was inspired and wrote this poem.

Tell me what you think!

An Unconventional Display of Affection

My love for thee is like a yeast infection:
It makes me antsy and I lose sleep,
but always on my mind.

My love for thee is like dirty laundry:
Crumpled up in my basket,
but it’s always there.

My love for thee is like unfiltered water:
It may look dirty,
but it’s the best stuff I’ve had.

My love for thee is like greasy hair:
Looks kinda funny,
but it’s healthy.

My love for thee is like burnt brownies:
Tough on the outside,
but still good on the inside.

My love for thee is like constipation:
Painful when kept inside,
but liberating when finally in the open

My love for thee is like writing a paper:
Incoherent in the beginning,
but makes sense in the end.

I encourage you to read Sonnet 130, it's shorter than mine, but just as humorus!