Now you are asking me to write a sonnet.
I’m sorry, but you’ve gone too far this time.
I’m not a lady poet in a bonnet
Using green ink to pen my breathless rhyme.
These days, you’ll find we write in blank verse
That doesn’t have a structure or a form,
I know you say that Shakespeare did the converse
But it’s 400 years ago that he was born.
I’d like to write a poem of sudden beauty –
The kind that makes you smile, or sob, or sigh.
Instead, I’ll do this with a sense of duty
And hope my rhyme and metre just scrape by.
I write this poem, NaPoWriMo, for you:
I’m doing it because you asked me to.
