Keeping in mind the bare rudiments of a lyrical poem: brevity, emotional intensity, and musical quality, and the essence of the sonnet: fourteen lines or seven couplets. The final couplet delivering the punch or “turn”, and with a rhyme scheme: ABAB, CDCD, EFEF, GG
I also used the metaphore generator and got: contents by embarrassed cholers
And this is what I came up with:
One upon a thought of mine I felt the ire of embarrassed choler. Content flayed throughout wind in pine Like a cavity in my molar. There were no thoughts of love that day, Nor did my mind seek solace. Yet again you inched and squirmed your way, As though you might be lawless. Your snores did rasp my sleep and naw, Until my head pained with ache, And still you smiled like Mardi Gras, Sitting there eating cake. Hand and heart we still play Upon this foolish April’s day.
