English Sonnet

I don't know why, but I feel sonnets are much more, poetic than just any other poem?


Nostalgic for my days of youth
I watch old shows and old cartoons
I won't lie, this is the truth
It's how I spend my afternoons.
Cuddle in my blanket so warm
In front of me my iMac glows
I settle in for the show storm
Reruns of my favorite shows.
The shows invoke feelings of bliss
And memories of life gone past
All of these old shows I miss
But this youthful yearning cannot last.
My youth is not completely gone,
But still, sometimes you must move on.