I've posted one more rhyme, which I call The Beautiful Youth Of The Sonnets. This one might need some explaining. I've been reading Shakespeare's sonnets (in order), and so far they're all addressed to a young man who is encouraged to marry and produce a son so that his good looks will persist through time. I suppose that's as good a reason to have kids as any other, but I started wondering, how does the young man feel about all this unsolicited advice? So I wrote his sonnet for him, and the writing, I found that he might not have been worth the trouble Shakespeare went to for him. He's not too bright, he's fond of cards, and he doesn't appreciate his ultimate good fortune.