I heard a sonnet saunter through my head
Iambic feet insistent in their gait,
I tried my best to simply go to bed
But once I felt its breath, it was too late,
For then I had to somehow find a way
To keep it company until it went.
We sat there for a bit, not much to say,
Then suddenly, this form began to vent:
In good old days, I was found everywhere
Inhabitants of earth were prone to read
And words were truly held in high esteem,
Now acronyms and GIFs are what they share
And pictures, so it seems, I'm finally freed.
Then *poof* it disappeared, a dying dream.
Are You Reading Me?
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