It’s time for Chelsea Anne Owens’ Weekly Terrible Poetry Contest! Again. The theme is still love, but this time the form is a sonnet.
My love is like a prickly pear
Stuck inside my underwear
Its bittersweet pain reminds me
this love was not meant to be.
Yet on we go, the sting ignored
until we both got really bored.
And so one day, we parted ways
in spite of sometimes happy days.
As for that old prickly pear,
It’s no longer in my underwear.
That nasty sting forever gone
just like my love, forever wrong.
aka, The Abject Muse 
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