Types: Ping, Sonnet, Humor
Inspired by Piro's situation in "Looming Threats" and "Move Those Legs,", written in a really quixotic mood after reading this peculiar thread and before Wednesday's strip, anticipating a "Love Hina"-type reaction:

Those features that with fallen shelves are fram'd after Sonnet 5, "Those hours that with gentle work did frame"

Those features that with fallen shelves are fram'd,
Thy countenance that greets my downward gaze
As now we meet our fallen selves, asham'd
By our predicament, confused and dazed:
Our spheres of vision, made to intersect
Through intervention of cruel Gravity;
Whence, on my own, I would be circumspect,
Thy presence is just now too much for me.
We are but victims of coincidence
Which gives no quarter for decorum's sake,
Still, I, in unavoidable suspense
Await the action thou art bound to take.
But let me say this, ere I feel thy clout:
Please understand, I did not seek this out!

(Apologies to William Shakespeare)

Sonnet 5

Those hours that with gentle work did frame,
The lovely gaze where every eye doth dwell
Will play the tyrants to the very same,
And that unfair which fairly doth excel:
For never-resting time leads summer on,
To hideous winter and confounds him there,
Sap checked with frost and lusty leaves quite gone.
Beauty o'er-snowed and bareness everywhere,
Then were not summer's distillation left
A liquid prisoner pent in walls of glass,
Beauty's effect with beauty were bereft,
Nor it nor no remembrance what it was.
But flowers distilled though they with winter meet,
Less but their show, their substance still lives sweet.

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