Like a Sonnet
It isn't cumbersome to write this way,
In spite of what you're told. The metre runs
Like normal speech, and if I wanted puns
Or ambiguity, that's mere child's play.
The main thing is to write what you would say,
But concentrating, like a thousand suns,
On hitting where you aim. Like Gatling guns,
These verses have a tendency to spray.
So that's the octave done. Now comes the part
That's harder: make the sestet. Like a hat
That fits right, a sestet may not lie flat
If everything's not working at the start.
Then rhyme and metre help you learn by heart
What should be in your head. Something like that.
In spite of what you're told. The metre runs
Like normal speech, and if I wanted puns
Or ambiguity, that's mere child's play.
The main thing is to write what you would say,
But concentrating, like a thousand suns,
On hitting where you aim. Like Gatling guns,
These verses have a tendency to spray.
So that's the octave done. Now comes the part
That's harder: make the sestet. Like a hat
That fits right, a sestet may not lie flat
If everything's not working at the start.
Then rhyme and metre help you learn by heart
What should be in your head. Something like that.
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