I am laughing at myself because here is another poem I wrote in 1987. Apparently I didn't want to write this one and the only reason I did is because it was for a grade. Unfortunately, the grade is not on the paper so I have no idea what I got but here it goes:
A Sonnet on Sonnets
I hate to say this
Although it is true.
Sonnets get me miffed
And then make me blue.
I can't think of a thing to write,
I couldn't if I were paid.
I have to write one by tonight!
I could use a poetic raid.
It will take about four hours
While my head spins around
Because I don't have psychic powers
To find rhyming sounds.
What will happen to my grade?
If my Muse comes, am I saved?
It has been so long since I wrote this that I don't even remember what a Sonnet is
