Sonnet

Upon a summer's day, I thought I'd write a sonnet

And so I went down to the store and bought myself a bonnet.

Uncertain as to how it is a poet makes a rhyme,

I thought a while and finally said, "I'll just take my time."

I picked out words that made me glad,

Eschewing words that don't.

I left out words that made me sad,

Employing those that won't.

The teacher said I'd messed it up

Because I didn't know

Th'importance of the rhyming scheme

And how it was supposed to go

I said, "I don't care, teacher, dear, ultimate form is formless

The Petrarchans couldn't stand Shakespeare. Perfect art is normless."

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July 31, 2017 at 12:17PM
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My First World Problem

There's so much to do

Before I am through

So much to see

While I am still me

Not enough time

To make it all rhyme

Can't move fast enough

To do all the stuff

That I'd like to do

Before I am through

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July 30, 2017 at 03:51PM
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-ist

Making art makes an artist

Playing a bass makes a bassist

Making charts makes a chartist

So running a race makes... a racist?

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July 20, 2017 at 05:50PM
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Neither

Neither teacher nor a student be

But keep yourself always free

Of needing to prove that you're the best.

You're unique, like all the rest.

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July 18, 2017 at 11:24AM
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Libertarian

There are so many things that I want

And virtues I would so love to flaunt

    If I do have free will

    And can choose good or ill

I should always be good but I Kant

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July 17, 2017 at 10:26AM
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Canteloupe

There once was an antelope

Who loved a sweet canteloupe

    "Come with me, my dear;

    We'll wed far from here."

Said the melon, "I can't elope."

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July 17, 2017 at 10:21AM
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