Really Bad Poetry
How could thy betray me so,
The morn was filled with promises,
That upon me your rays you'd bestow.
Sun oh sun,
How could thy hurt my fragile trust,
By letting raindops (teardrops) raindrops,
Fall down upon me with such lust.
Sun oh sun,
I would attack thee justly as a lover scorn'd
If, sun oh sun,
I were not too distracted by the internet to give you the beating you so earned.
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