My Last Lament To a Sonnet

MY LAST LAMENT TO A SONNET Head bowed, I hang my cap, as I stand in my own shame For the want of trying to be clever; in my own, poetic aim The sonnet was just too clever for me and its flamin’ rules As with it I have lost out to Teppo’s, want of a sonnet duel But worry not for me, nothing in the end, was as really lost As a true couplet queen I am, I have now found to my cost I will now leave writing a sonnet to all those who know best Fool me should I ever throw myself again to the sonnet test I have my own part in poetry, never realizing its own game I know now, couplet poetry; really does have its, own fame One does not have to be so sophisticated between the lines Long as one knows how to make all the lines end in rhymes That within those two lines, a story can be bought and sold As leaving a reader plundering excessively; to its story told And add another two lines raises the ante on its own game Just as long as the two lines do not end up being the same Getting those words down, to make into some decent write All those thoughts, stories, and poems; I vision in the night My learning never went to whether it was a verb, or a noun Found myself just writing it, no matter however it did sound Should I, while mastering the words, to all then, be uplifted Then on with it all, that now what I see given, is God-gifted And then on passing, should my pen then ever become idle I can then go and read the works, from the other poet idols Then in my head with your help, I become so more inspired Then to my poetic friends; maybe become to them admired Sonnets are for me now, something to be read and enjoyed As to the hard work you have put into them, read, as toyed A lesson to us all onto its skill, a token in which to it admire As no longer to its fundamental intelligence, I'm in the mire But as to you my sonnet to write I can only be left lamented Trying to get one penned to paper as near left me demented Indiana Shaw . . . : ) "The days of Teppo, and trying to write that darn sonnet" . . .