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."

Tags: Nashticate
July 31, 2017 at 12:17PM
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