Chastising Christian Eric: Revolutionary ImproVerse Sonnet

Oh Christian Eric, thou poor fool./
Rox Lisa wants to make you drool,/
while I, Cy, sit and dream of her,/
Mine is but a dream deferred.

For she somehow has chosen you/
to stir your magic verbal stew./
While my attentions are ignored/
And get discarded out her door.

And that’s where I don’t understand/
how I, a kind, romantic man,/
can be cast off as a verbal suitor./
Are you that much younger and cuter?

If only I had half the chance/
As you to pursue her in romance!

What I Dream: Romantic IMprov Sonnet

You ask what it seems
I have in my dreams,
if we would discuss
you, me, and us.

I dream of being able to,
in all ways, impress you
and full-on woo you
and with joy and laughter pursue you.

But if you say “no”,
and give into fear,
I’ll awaken real slow,
or slip into a nightmare.

For living out full-blown, wondrous dreams
is often much harder than it seems.