Banned because
I stare at empty blue and white grid lines
My notebook page is blank and here I sit
constrained within the sonnet's strict confines
trying to write a poem for English Lit.
This form is so bizarre and hard to write
It's pointless and unnecessary dreck
My rhymes are so ridiculous and trite
My syntax is one single large train wreck.
O how my inspiration has run dry,
I think that prose would not be quite so tough
But my efficient writing style must die
I have procrastinated long enough.
I'll write a metasonnet and that's that.
And make a rhyme about feeding my cat.
