Sonnet Sorrows and Tanka Blankas

Can’t write me a good sonnet It’s a bee in my bonnet The words will NOT rhyme It is such a crime Others have gone and done it! Piece of pie with the quatrains Them beauties tickle my brains I just cannot stop The words they just pop But dang sonnets sure are pains! It’s clear that I’m no Shakespeare But I try, now what’s the fear? Might fall on my face And be a disgrace A laugh for many a peer! And then there is the tanka Help me, or I’ll just spank ya Keep wanting to rhyme I get stuck each time Praise me, and I will thank ya! Don’t let me start on haiku I try with so much ado That blasted third line Just won’t turn out fine You’re laughing now, aren't you? For Andrea's Contest Show me the Funny (Part II)