Sick Of Sonnets

First, this is an anti-sonnet. I like the idea of rhyming in poetry, but I've read way too many lovey-dovey poems, and they finally made my stomach turn. So I decided to write a parody or anti-sonnet to show my distaste for the gushing we usually find in the form.

"Anti-sonnet"

This is not a love song,

No, not even a cruel trick.

I promise this won’t be long,

You’ll just feel like I beat you with a stick.

You said this would last forever,

That it was the end of my days as a dog.

I can’t stand this endeavor,

I could find more personality in a log.

You tried to find out what made me tick,

Strived to make me “have a cow.”

Now I’ll tell you that you make me sick,

And I’m through with you now.

"Shade"