Petrarchian Sonnet

By: Christine Bell

When I see you, I nearly die of fright.

I can't believe how large you have become.

The problem is so large I can't even sum

The horrors I picture when y'are in sight.

Sometimes I would not want to turn on the light.

You know, I really think you are quite dumb

And you make me look like a great big bum.

Get ready, sir, I'll start and finish the fight.

But I guess I'll get to you soon enough.

You are a horrid little mess so far,

but you are still very small and I can deal.

You are fairly weak while I am tough.

If I need space, I can always use my car.

I'll finish you right after my next meal.

What am I talking about???