My First
Sonnet
(be
kind)
My pen flows freely all
across the page
But I get naught but doodles
as result
I'd rock the microphone
from stage to stage
My rap, howe'er, to injury
adds tumult
This writer's block has
got me mystified
Pentamenter's a fucking
bitch for me
These alternating syllables
I've tried
I fear flow somewhat less
than naturally
I'm falling way too far
behind the group
A sonnet lacking has been
noted here
This poem I pray respect
will now recoup
Tho' quality may stifle
reader's cheers
Like cat presenting bird
to master, proud
I mean the best, so pray,
don't boo too loud.