Author: Kikyuu PM
When she sits down to write a sonnet a girl finds that the sonnet itself has a few things to say about that!Rated: Fiction K - English - Humor - Words: 104 - Reviews: 2 - Published: 01-07-08 - Status: Complete - id: 2459855
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Would that a sonnet came without trouble,
Just like the meaningless posts on some blogs.
While this is simply a pile of rubble,
Those words fit together like well-oiled cogs.
Insisting on being most difficult,
These are unwieldy; multiply like fleas,
Refuse to retain a lullaby lilt,
Proclaim wry words instead of tragic pleas.
Bothersome sonnet. Dragging on and on,
And presuming so to drag me behind.
Trailing now through mud, I admit it's won
Since weary I am of both hand and mind.
Now this rhyme has come to its sorry end,
I bid thee farewell and God gi' god-den!