The Daily Post has a challenge about photos of signs for this week, so I decided to post a sonnet illustrated with a sign.
How much I hope I have an evil soul, To tread the roads that demons' tales teach, To sometimes tell a lie, or play a role; To wander where my conscience will not preach. Instead, I've laboured long to be a foe: To scorn the law and friends mistreat was hard. In darkness sunk, I vainly fear to grow The loathing on the lips of every bard. The snake refused to look me in the eye. For me, all goblin armies ran in rout; The buckets drawn from brimstone wells were dry.ALL HOPE ABANDONeven threw me out! Someday I'll find a minion who'll obey; Then they, and all the world, my price will pay.
It’s not really a very funny or interesting sign, but it does work nicely with an evil sonnet.