A sonnet is a tricky thing to write,
An odd contraption built for ears to hear,
The words, the rhyme so tedious and tight,
With rhythm that drenches writers hearts with fear.
They may not seem so hard, until you see
The alternating pattern of the words,
Galumphing, rambling; timing it must be
The hardest part of organizing birds.
The rhyme is also challenging as well,
As seen above in that so clumsy line,
The birds are but escape from writing hell
Of spoiling sonnet's purest form of wine.
A sonnet's hard to write, and this be true,
But writing one is very fun to do.