Modernised Shakespearean Sonnet

By Marlene Uys

Only those with beauty should bear a child,

that the world preserves all beautiful things,
to remember all that did not defile
the earth with their hideous facial stings
But you’re in love with your own pretty eye,
you’re selfish to let your beauty burn out,
You starve us of your beautiful face *sigh*
You are your own worst enemy, we shout!
You’re the best looking thing this world has seen,
the only one compared to a beaut spring.
a newly grown bud crushed it has been
by a young old scrooge, my dear pretty thing.
Share you beauty now, or I cannot save
the greedy pig that took his looks to his grave

Original Shakespearean Sonnet

Sonnet 1
From fairest creatures we desire increase,
That thereby beauty's rose might never die,
But as the riper should by time decease
His tender heir might bear his memory.
But thou, contracted to thine own bright eyes,
Feed'st thy light's flame with self-substantial fuel,
Making a famine where abundance lies,
Thyself thy foe, to thy sweet self too cruel.
Thou that art now the world's fresh ornament
And only herald to the gaudy spring,
Within thine own bud buriest thy content,
And, tender churl, mak'st waste in niggarding.
Pity the world, or else this glutton be,
To eat the world's due, by the grave and thee.