Sonnet challenge crndlsm, mostly Holy, cryptcreeper

[TheCryptCreeper]

Hey both, I set today as my deadline as I will be busy over the weekend; here is what I came up with

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-- Revised Version --
History hums, but I like now the best.
My finger thrums upon the countertop,
Down into hot water my teabag drops.
With warm woollen gown wrapped around my chest,
On a Sunday a day purely for rest.
In my small peace, profound thoughts come and stop:
”Why do we look up to old Kingly fops?
Was it just their rich style, the way they dressed?”

We have comforts that any King would seize.
Snug in sweater, where they crowd at the hearth,
Precise measures on the state of our hearts,
Our online realm of endless libraries,
Imported luxuries straight from the coast,
Each of us living lives no “King” can boast.

-- Original Version --
History hums, but I like now the best.
My finger thrums upon the countertop,
Down into hot water my teabag drops.
With warm woollen gown wrapped around my chest,
On a Sunday a day purely for rest.
In my small peace, profound thoughts come and stop:
”Why do we look up to old kingly fops?
Was it just their rich style, the way they dressed?”

We no longer freeze to death in winter,
And each week can enjoy a hearty roast,
With each evening a new toast offered up.
Mankind now thrives, despite life’s cruel spectre,
It's the furthest we’ve come, our time to boast,
Fruit of the now– its nectar fills my cup.

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Let me know if I should adjust it slightly so the final line rhymes with "Mirages of life to glimpse as a ghost"