The Filthy Sonnet

Anotace: A sonnet exploring the true nature and origin of the disorder and mess in my room...

THE FILTHY SONNET (by Jan Elgroth Talvinen)

In my room, there lives an imp so brute,
Who keeps placing things in grave disorder.
In my shelf I found some rotting fruit,
And my lecture papers in a different folder.

At that point, I gave that pixie shouts
Of displeasure and anger beyond thought:
"If again I find here smelling trouts,
You'll fight a war, the deadliest you've fought!"

Since the day I gave the sprite my threats,
Nothing more was found almost a week,
Then, Tuesday 4th, I tripped over dead rats!
That's the end of turning other cheek!

All that ceased as I flooded little grove
Where the little filthy midget throve.