The Prickly Pear

It’s time for Chelsea Anne Owens’ Weekly Terrible Poetry Contest! Again. The theme is still love, but this time the form is a sonnet.Β 


My love is like a prickly pear

Stuck inside my underwear

Its bittersweet pain reminds me

this love was not meant to be.

Yet on we go, the sting ignored

until we both got really bored.

 

And so one day, we parted ways

in spite of sometimes happy days.

As for that old prickly pear,

It’s no longer in my underwear.

That nasty sting forever gone

just like my love, forever wrong.

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