Why Sonnets
Reckoned I’d write a bit o’ rhymin’ in the cowboy vein;
it slipped outta my lasso and I couldn’t take the rein.
So then I tries my hand at rap
But, white as sand, pheel like a sap
An’, like debates Republicanned, it was all a bunch a cr*p.
Freely versed New Yorkers’
obfuscated, seasonal frame;
still the acorn froze despite the early thaw
that sighed through the Alphabet Jungle.
Minimalism
sucked.
Haiku too proved too
easily misunderstood,
or pretty petty.
Couldn’t
Conquer
Complete
Concrete.
Acrostic
Couldn’t
Really
Offer
Something
That
I
Cherished.
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