A huge influence on hip-hop

Writing a sonnet is a lost art form; much like creating mix tapes, blowing on your Nintendo console so that Tecmo Bowl can play without interruption, or sewing your own condom from a swath of lambskin. In Britain 500 years ago, William Shakespeare found a way to pay the bills in between plays by writing this form of poetry for wealthy lords. What would hip-hop be without the rhythm and rhyme of sonnets paving the way? I don’t want to know.

In the spirit of the Renaissance, a time of great civilizations reclaiming economic and artistic creativity, Thewuck requested an iambic pentameter sonnet: ten syllables per line, a rhyme scheme of abab cdcd, efef gg. With a lack of anthing better to do tonight, I present to you the result of the request:

Breanna:

Cleveland fans have long awaited a ship
It has been 30+ years of misery
They pray that they get that accomplishment
Rest that curse and make Cleveland history

The Cavaliers are the only savior
They don’t take no bull, they get the job done
Fans are hoping they’ll answer the prayer
Out of all, our precious Cavs are the ones

Those Fakers aren’t ready for this monster
Kobe can’t even handle the pressure
The Lake Show is just way too much softer
Unlike Kobe, Bron raises the lever

Parade down Euclid around the corner
No more heartbreak fans, no more heart burners

LeBeast James:

L-Train, throw the hammer down on the fools,
The Cavs are running on all cylinders.
Detroit, these boys will send you back to school,
That AV looks like Bob Tiwilliger.

They will make it rain from Deeeep in the Q
Smother your stuff like it’s infanticide.
When they are through, your pants are full of poo.
It’s okay Detroit, just admit you cried.

Lake show, we’ll find you, make sure you’re ready.
LeBron will show once and for all he pwns.
When it ends, the Q will rain confetti
While rattling Jon Barry to his bones.

LeBron James, he will always deliver,
I hope the parade won’t kill our livers!

Me:

Shall I compare thee to the Cleveland Browns?
Thou art more balanced and entertaining
always the same circus but different clowns
Deep in the Q the three ball is raining

Shall I compare thee to the Lumberjacks?
Thou art Cleveland’s signature monument
Pistons knees do shake when LeBron attacks
Cavs are a bulb, LeBron is filament

Ilgauskas desire shall not fade
and powder blue seats’ bygones be bygones
Kobe Bryant, Tayshaun Prince, and Dwayne Wade
Clint Eastwood says “Punks, get off of my lawns!”

championships my dreams have longed to see
and so lives this, and this gives life to thee.

Enjoy the continuation of this Renaissance of poetry here:

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