Greetings, all! I return to you now with some original compositions; in this instance, Sonnets
A Sonnet to Unproductive Criticism
"What were you thinking? This is so inane
I can't believe you ever wrote this down
It is so pointless that it causes pain
It's crap like this that makes me want to drown"
"What a load of trash this is, I see
What an utter waste of precious time
Why even bother rhyming in line three?
It simply is inferior to mine!"
"Okay, that's great, but what about some tips?
A good critique always includes suggestions
What useful notes, what editing, what snips?
"Um..." "So that answered my question."
"I'd do it so much better, don't you know!"
"Okay, that's it, it's time for you to go."
Ahh, there is truly nothing finer than passive-aggressive vengeance enacted in Sonnet form.
Sonnets are Hard
O, tell me, why are Sonnets hard to write?
When read, they seem so easy, so relaxed
the flow so simple, at least if you're bright
That with it, poet's minds remain untaxed
A painless scheme, with rhythm uncomplex
A basic fourteen lines, split into four
A B A B, etcetra does not vex
And then the couplet sounds, and then no more
So tell me why, whilst penning this here verse
I find myself completely strapped for time
It's likely some old kind of Sonnet curse
That leaves me running out of things to rhyme
Who cast this ancient curse? I do not know
But now my Sonnet's done and I can go
Yay! Poetry! More to come!
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