One More For Good Measure

While sitting at my writing desk I penned a poem on white pages, What came to grow inside my head? Motley forms of meter ranges. First, I jotted one Canzone Followed by two strong Sonnets, Next, I added three Rondeaus Not to mention many Couplets. Then I scribbled five Villanelles, With six Sestinas I just treasure, Along with only eight Kyrielles, A rima royal for good measure. Now I'm stumped! What should I do? This poem was meant to be Haiku.