This one is so close to a bouts-rimés that I almost wonder why the author didn't leave all of the rhymes intact in order to show how much the content could be changed without changing the rhymes. Though I can appreciate the charms of doing a 180-degree turn on a well-known sonnet, and I like some of the lines, especially "Life is unfair and swiftly it declines," I am left puzzled by the comment that the Yuletide yew will be dried out by April. That seems so obvious as not to be worth mentioning, even as a metaphor for the relationship. There are too few zingers in a poem that seems to be meant to be satirical.
Susan
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