Guts: A Shakespearean Sonnet

There once was an old man whose name was Dale

Hypocrite, liar, adulterous thief

soul blacker than black like the hounds of hell

Yes, he’s a giver, a giver of grief.

Dale is a person who doesn’t know love

He’s also a person who goes to church

He says he loves Jesus, Lord up above

says he has found him so call off the search

Everyone out there who dale doesn’t like

are a bitch and they’re trash going to hell

He missed his calling in Hitler’s Third Reich

Narcissist to the core, he is not well.

He came to a party I had at my house

My son turned three we had a water slide

Four hours late he arrived with his spouse

Neither would speak; eye contact they would hide

What he lacks in heart he makes up in nuts

he also brought his mistress- that takes guts.