Old Maid Hadder, Got Madder and Madder

Old Maid Hadder, Got Madder And Madder Old maid Hadder, got madder and madder wind blew her bonnet and wet upon it. Soaking showers from a blackbird's bladder taken aback, next she fell doggone it! Did not matter, her day in a tatter rain pouring down, gave her another frown. Wind drove and gusted all the more at her in her shame she felt even more a clown! She could never rise not that it matters her sad life now placed her in such tatters. Her legs exposed showed fatter and fatter with no lover, simply did not matter! Sad tale of a mad, old lady Hadder. To get up, had to use a step ladder. Robert J. Lindley, 10-17-2015 English sonnet- (modern) Syllables Per Line: 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 Total # Syllables: 140 Total # Lines: 17 (Including empty lines) Words with (syllables) counted programmatically: N/A Total # Words: 109