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OpenStudy (yaya090600):

Can someone help me write a sonnet? I will medal and fan!

OpenStudy (yaya090600):

For this assignment, you are going to choose a famous couple from the list below and write a humorous sonnet that one of these individuals would send to the other. You may write your sonnet with sincerity and affection, or if you are feeling clever or cynical, you may write a parody. A parody uses the form of the original to poke fun. For this assignment, you would write your parody in sonnet form but employ techniques like hyperbole, understatement, or irony to mock the love poem genre, the idea of love in general, or some dynamic of your chosen couple's relationship. Look at another writer's Parody of Sonnet 18 to see if you would like to try it. The choice is yours!

OpenStudy (vickyisthesmartone123):

DO YOUR OWN WORK!

OpenStudy (vickyisthesmartone123):

have a nice day!:)

OpenStudy (yaya090600):

I said "Can someone help me" not "Can someone do it for me" if ur not gonna help then dont reply...

OpenStudy (yaya090600):

have a nice day!:)

OpenStudy (anonymous):

because she asked for help! okay @yaya090600 what r u writing about?

OpenStudy (yaya090600):

im thinking about writing about the couple Princess Jasmine and Aladin

OpenStudy (anonymous):

okay... are You writing a sequence or what?

OpenStudy (yaya090600):

a sonnet

OpenStudy (yaya090600):

it has to be a parody i think

OpenStudy (anonymous):

Isn't a sonnet like a song?

OpenStudy (yaya090600):

a poem

OpenStudy (anonymous):

I'm sorry I can't writ it for you but here's an idea: Constellations My favorite color is navy blue, the color of a childhood book about stars. My father read it to me on the couch took me outside and showed me the Big Dipper, and the Little Dipper, and how to find the North Star. All of this was right in front of our house. We looked up into the sky until it looked back. The book said we spin without realizing it. It told where we are in the Milky Way but my father and I don't know how we got here. Neither of us mentions it. We do not know how to do the math on astronomical odds as big as that.

OpenStudy (yaya090600):

isnt it supposed to rhyme?

OpenStudy (yaya090600):

i think the rhyme pattern is ABAB CDCD EFEF GG

OpenStudy (anonymous):

not all poems rhyme but here: Woods Whose woods these are I think I know. His house is in the village, though; He will not see me stopping here to watch his woods fill up with snow. My little horse must think it queer to stop without a farmhouse near between the woods and frozen lake the darkest evening of the year. He gives his harness bells a shake to ask if there is some mistake. The only other sound's the sweep of easy wind and downy flake. The woods are lovely, dark, and deep, but I have promises to keep, and miles to go before I sleep, and miles to go before I sleep. Robert frost remember this is just an idea. supposed to get you thinking!

OpenStudy (yaya090600):

thanks

OpenStudy (anonymous):

can I have a medal?

OpenStudy (yaya090600):

i gave you one already

OpenStudy (anonymous):

oh ;)

OpenStudy (anonymous):

Shall I compare thee to a summer's day? Thou art more lovely and more temperate. Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May, And summer's lease hath all too short a date. Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines, And often is his gold complexion dimmed; And every fair from fair sometime declines, By chance, or nature's changing course, untrimmed; But thy eternal summer shall not fade, Nor lose possession of that fair thou ow'st, Nor shall death brag thou wand'rest in his shade, When in eternal lines to Time thou grow'st. So long as men can breathe, or eyes can see, So long lives this, and this gives life to thee.

OpenStudy (yaya090600):

thats a shakespear sonnet

OpenStudy (anonymous):

The sonnet form is old and full of dust And yet I want to learn to write one well. To learn new forms and grow is quite a must, But I will learn it quickly, I can tell. And so I sit, today, with pen in hand, Composing three new quatrains with a rhyme. The rhythm flows like wind at my command. The A-B-A-B form consumes my time. But I’m not done until there’s fourteen lines. One ending couplet, after three quatrains. I’ve tried to write this new form several times. The effort’s huge; I have to rack my brain. But I persist, my fourteen lines now done. I wrote my poem; my sonnet work is won.

OpenStudy (yaya090600):

i cant fit everything into 10 syllables lol

OpenStudy (anonymous):

I'm ur fan

OpenStudy (yaya090600):

yeah me too

OpenStudy (anonymous):

LOL

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