Sonnet Once, See it Again

 

The clock reads 1:15, and yet I wake.

Near fireless coals I sit and burn my drafts.

A satisfying poem I cannot make;

Procrastination winks and has a laugh.

 

With half-rhymes such as these, I fear I’ll fail

This here assignment, let alone this class.

My poetic sins may end me up in jail,

But still I’d much appreciate a pass.

 

Of all the many rules of rhyme and scheme,

There is a one, we all agree upon it.

A poem the likes of this will make you scream;

Don’t ever let a freshman (sophomore) write a sonnet.

 

For our pal Will is rolling in his grave;

He watches as you write – so best behave.