Here we go again, into a difficulty of finding a good post topic.
Thus, I have decided post this poem, a ‘sonnet’, if one may call it that, which I just finished writing. Just let me go get my laptop, on which I wrote it…
(ten minutes later) Okay, I got my laptop up and running. Here it is:
I wish that you would stop our silly rhymes,
although it’s nice I must say time to fly.
We must stop dreaming to stop being mimes.
Once we’re done we can reach the sky.
But now I’m caught up in pentameter,
And I cannot stop for anything or one.
Shakespeare was in the lovely theater,
And wrote up and had lots of fun.
Now my sonnet is almost all done,
and I say I am doing quite well.
Here comes a deliciously fresh bun,
Oh my, what a good, yummy smell.
This part is the last of the quartets,
Near the end of our very nice sonnet.
I’m sorry I do not have any pets,
and now I’ve tied up my big bonnet.
Two more lines is all the time I have
Ouch you dog leg go of my calf.
Is it a sonnet? My dad says that a sonnet is fourteen lines of ‘pentameter’ that rhyme like follows (each letter is a line) a b a b c d c d e f e f g g. If you find the meter is off, please let me know and offer a suggestion to correct it.
PS ‘Sonnet’, as the name is, can also be read on my Poems page.