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Saturday, March 22, 2008


This sonnet was a ghastly pain to write.
The rhyme scheme didn’t work, and hence I tweaked.
It’s now an a-b-a-c – no delight
and not traditional like I had hoped.

The words I wanted weren’t iambic, yet
the words I found from Pete Roget weren’t great,
but still, I settled for my second best.
(these sacrifices better be of worth)

So anyways, I wrote the couplet next
to see how everything should fall in place.
It didn’t work. The thing became a mess.
The ending didn’t even rhyme that well.

And now I know you’re thinking this part’s best,
but still this statement’s not a good one yet.


  1. AHAHAHAHA!!! This one's great mike! It's kind of a relief from your awesomeness. ("His foes were blinded from his pure awesomeness!" (Kung-fu Panda)

  2. lol!)

    I should hope that I have no foes...or I'd karate chop them with my harpsichordal piano-iambic pentameter skills!! Well, this sonnet was actually really easy to write, ironically (contradicting what the sonnet says....) but I like the thoughts presented in this one! It illustrates the sometimes depressing and frustrating plight of a sonneteer :)


A word is dead
When it is said,
Some say.

I say it just
Begins to live
That day.

- Emily Dickinson

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