Mischief
Though sonnets are always dear to my heart
I'd rather write them, then right them right
You won't find a syllable count here in sight
but a foible or two, well that I can do;
If perfection you seek, find it you shan't
cuz this mischievous poem is deviant and free
tethered together for thee;
disassembled it's puzzling, even for me ;
Some like it cold some like it hot
this poem is loose as a chord with no knot
Go find me a poet who does it just right
while searching for letters to write
I think not.....
I do hope you are clever like Johnny McDever
or I will keep writing like this, forever and ever !
September 5, 2018
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