Original Writing Poetry: The Woeful Plight of Writing a Sonnet

Each with ten syllables (pentameter)

The lines did not rhyme and it all went wrong

It’s still pretty bad, but a lot neater.

I searched for some help, but didn’t get much

The paper’s all gone from my writing pad

My head has gone numb; it’s all double-dutch

This poems so bad, I think I’ll go mad.

I hope this will do, I hope it will pass

I don’t think I could, another one, write

‘cause they’re so hard, and a pain in the ass

I really do hope, that this is alright.

        Although it’s not bad, as I thought before

        I hope, I don’t have to write many more.