Revised sonnet #46
Tall baby giant on hoarding fifteen feet
Yet giants arent feared they dont in fact exist
If so big baby human granted gist
Its but a photo blown up know theyre neat
In war the humans won the giants they beat
On silver screen a propaganda mist
The human faces giant revisionist
The massive movie star an honest cheat
The giants and humans not the types to trust
To pixies who turn dreams real dunk in dust
Of saw the cream that stands against a gust
In waffle cone then build a loaf in crust
Transhuman we are we that ever were
Ours pixie dust a saw of see they blur
Chorus were vas was
