Sonnet 116 Denied
Let me not to the discord of true minds
Admit impediments. Lies are not lies
when altered if altered in kind,
Or amended by the reprover to reprove:
O no; they are fair game for any mark,
Confronting tempests, so be not mistaken;
They cause conflagration, for they are the spark,
the stones cast when arguments awaken.
Lies bring no cool, for spittled lips and cheeks
With a razor-sharp wit do come;
Lies altered in either hours or weeks,
Bring us ever closer to the edge of doom.
If this be error or by me denied,
I never writ, nor have I ever lied.
This is my response to Day Fourteen at napowrimo.net,
where the challenge is to write a poem that is
a parody or satire based on a famous poem.
Below is the original Sonnet 116 by William Shakespeare.
Let me not to the marriage of true minds
Admit impediments. Love is not love
Which alters when it alteration finds,
Or bends with the remover to remove:
O no! it is an ever-fixed mark,
That looks on tempests, and is never shaken;
It is the star to every wand’ring bark,
Whose worth’s unknown, although his height be taken.
Love’s not Time’s fool, though rosy lips and cheeks
Within his bending sickle’s compass come;
Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks,
But bears it out even to the edge of doom
If this be error and upon me prov’d,
I never writ, nor no man ever lov’d.
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