Sonnet 147 & Parody

Proof that I've been working on my homework. The parody I wrote is exercised themed but I'm not really into that stuff at all.

Sonnet 147 by Shakespeare

My love is as a fever, longing still
For that which longer nurseth the disease,
Feeding on that which doth preserve the ill,
The uncertain sickly appetite to please.
My reason, the physician to my love,
Angry that his prescriptions are not kept,
Hath left me, and I desperate now approve
Desire is death, which physic did except.
Past cure I am, now reason is past care,
And frantic mad with ever more unrest.
My thoughts and my discourse as madmen's are,
At random from the truth vainly expressed;
__For I have sworn thee fair, and thought thee bright,
__Who art as black as hell, as dark as night.

Parody of Sonnet 147 by Pineapple

Exercise is a fever, moving still
For the body which will work the disease,
Using energy which preserves the ill,
The ongoing stamina is to please.
The couch, the doctor to my diligence,
Angry that his prescriptions are not kept,
"T.V. gone!" I say with belligerence
Strength too strong is death, which physic did except.
Past cure I am, laziness is past care,
Adrenaline with ever more unrest.
My thoughts and my discourse as athlete's are,
Are focused on the truth: I am obsessed;
__For I thought of it as so good and right,
__Now it's clear, you consume like day to night.