Adorable Things

A Sonnet

Star Wars came out when you were eight years old,
and we heard about it all summer long,
why, in your sleep, you were humming the song,
“this is the greatest story ever told!”
I yelled at someone about the third one
today, just after visiting your grave,
said that Return of the Jedi was lame,
some kid in my class, sassing me for fun.
You thought the Ewoks were so cute before
Becky told you they were stupid, for kids.
Really, I was yelling at that dumb bitch.
Adorable things should just be adored,
	their nature exists with no constancy
	thus, cruel nature took you away from me.