For this poem, I tried to emulate “His Coy Mistress” by using the same structure. In addition, I also connected a theme to the topic of time. In this case, I talked about running out of time to watch the TV show, Game of Thrones. I enjoyed using lots of imagery and descriptive words, which is different from my usual writing style.

My poem went as follows:

Had we but world enough and time,

This coyness, Game of Thrones, were no crime.

We would sit down, and think which way

To watch, and pass our long tired day.

Thou by Khal Drogo’s side

Shouldst eggs find; I by the north

Of Lannister would complain. I would

Love the Starks before the red wedding,

And you should, if you please, bend the knee.

My love for HBO should grow

Vaster than empires and more slow;

An hundred years should go to praise

Thine plot, and on thy bloody gaze;

One hour to adore each episode,

But two hours for the last;

Patience at least to every part,

And the last trying should show your heart.

For, Martin, you deserve this state,

Nor would I love at lower rate.

       But at my back I always hear

Time’s wingèd chariot hurrying near;

And yonder all before us lie

Deserts of vast eternity.

Thy plot shall no more be found;

Nor, in thy marble vault, shall sound

My echoing longing; then worms shall try

That long-preserved secret,

And Martin’s honour turned to dust,

And into ashes all my questions;

The grave’s a fine and private place,

But none, I think, do there watch TV.

       Now therefore, while the youthful hue

Sits on thy skin like morning dew,

And while thy willing soul transpires

At every pore with instant fires,

Now let us watch us while we may,

And now, like hungry hyenas,

Rather at once our time devour

Than languish in his slow-chapped power.

Let us sit all our strength and all

Our anticipation up into one ball,

And tear our pleasures with rough strife

Through the twists and turns:

Thus, though we cannot make our sun

Stand still, yet we will chase the throne.