You can do whatever you want to do
A sonnet has ten syllables a line
And this, sir, I was taught to be quite true
Wait, you got it wrong, I said ten not nine!
Bad beginnings turn into ripe winnings
Starting like death turned into a fun fest
So, here we are in the seventh inning
I am on a roll so here comes the rest.
I can’t help but think this drives me to drink
Just kidding you fool don’t act like a tool
There is more going on here than you think
But deep inside there is a great duel.
Man of the past and a new sonnet rule
What’s this poem about? You went to school.
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