Parody of Sonnet 18

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Assessment Focuses: Reading:AF5, AF6, AF7 Writing: AF1, AF2

Parody of Sonnet 18Learning objective: to consider the technique of parody in Sonnets

Recap What

is parody? To poke fun at an original work

Sonnet 130 This

sonnet, one of Shakespeares most famous, plays an elaborate joke on the conventions of love poetry common to Shakespeares day, and it is so well-conceived that wellthe joke remains funny today.

Sonnet 130 My mistress' eyes are nothing like the sun; Coral is far more red than her lips' red; If snow be white, why then her breasts are dun; If hairs be wires, black wires grow on her head. I have seen roses damasked, red and white, But no such roses see I in her cheeks; And in some perfumes is there more delight Than in the breath that from my mistress reeks. I love to hear her speak, yet well I know That music hath a far more pleasing sound; I grant I never saw a goddess go; My mistress when she walks treads on the ground. And yet, by heaven, I think my love as rare As any she belied with false compare.

Original Sonnet 18Shall I compare thee to a summer's day? day? Thou art more lovely and more temperate: temperate: Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May, May, And summer's lease hath all too short a date: date: Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines, shines, And often is his gold complexion dimmed, dimmed, And every fair from fair sometime declines, declines, By chance, or nature's changing course untrimmed: untrimmed: But thy eternal summer shall not fade, fade, Nor lose possession of that fair thou ow'st, ow'st, Nor shall death brag thou wander'st in his shade, shade, When in eternal lines to time thou grow'st, grow'st, So long as men can breathe, or eyes can see, see, So long lives this, and this gives life to thee. thee.A B A B C d C D E F E F G G

Sonnet #18 (a Parody)

Shall I compare thee to a bale of hay? Thou art more dusty and far less neat. Rough winds do toss thy mop about, I'd say, Which looks far worse than hay a horse would eat. Sometime thy squinty eye looks into mine Through stringy, greasy hair that needs be trimm'd, And ne'er a horse had such a stench as thine, As though in stagnant sewers thou hast swimm'd. Thy disgusting image shall not fade; This my tortured mind and soul doth know. O, I should love to hit thee with a spade; And with that blow I hope that thou wouldst go. So long as I can breathe, my eyes can see, And I can run, I'll stay away from thee... (sorry, Will)

ActivitiesTask one turn Sonnet 130 in to a traditional love sonnet Task two write your own parody of sonnet 18

If youre a level 6 student- Id expect you to studenttry to stick to the traditional rhyme scheme and 10 syllables per line (give or take a few is fine) If youre a level 4/5 student do your best to stick to the form but bend the rules a little if you have to.