More Shakespeare's Sonnets
By Fox-Trot-9

Sonnet 71: Interlude 2
(Crown of Sonnets 5)

Our poet, thus assuming, starts to sprout
As every fiber of his body quivers,
As though the two are always wont to flout
Their loves. The bedroom's snuffed-out light delivers
A confirmation of the closet play
That is about to start, a private show
Of carnal pleasures when the light of day
Lies hid beneath the cloak of night. What woe
Succumbs our poet rhymes can little say,
For jealousy's a tricky sentiment
To capture in these rhymes without cliché,
Forming this sonnet's only detriment.
      Despite the bard collapsing, woebegone,
      These fickle rhymes shall grow, continue on.

(To be continued...)

A/N: It's getting sexier, I know... It'll get much sexier in the last two sonnets of this interlude, though, so be prepared...