The Filthy Sonnet

THE FILTHY SONNET (by Jan Elgroth Talvinen)

In my room, there lives an imp so brute,
Who keeps placing things in grave disorder.
In my shelf I found some rotting fruit,
And my lecture papers in a different folder.

At that point, I gave that pixie shouts
Of displeasure and anger beyond thought:
"If again I find here smelling trouts,
You'll fight a war, the deadliest you've fought!"

Since the day I gave the sprite my threats,
Nothing more was found almost a week,
Then, Tuesday 4th, I tripped over dead rats!
That's the end of turning other cheek!

All that ceased as I flooded little grove
Where the little filthy midget throve.