So I’m late, but here’s the sonnet I wrote my dad for Father’s Day. A few nights ago my family watched a documentary called The Men Who Made Us Fat (or something). Now, my dad does have some issues with food, and the next day when I was choosing him a present I ended up getting him a voucher thingy from Oxfam where you donate food for a third world family.
Obviously it’s a Spenserian sonnet because writing a Petrarchan sonnet for a parent is just weird.
For Father’s Day this year I thought about
That program we saw Friday night on ‘watch
Again,’ with terrifying facts throughout
About junk food turning our willpow’r soft
And all the golden habits that we’ve lost
As snack time, low fat, sucrose, fructose fail
To fill us up, our healthy choices botched!
Therefore my plans to buy you chocolate paled.
I had good intentions but I flailed.
And then a new idea came to mind:
I found Oxfam at the end of my trail
And chose a gift that might spare your waistline.
I hope you do not think of food and feel depressed,
But this gift makes you think how its used best.