Simperingly sweet sonnets
that are adverse to verse
with a bonanza of stanzas,
instead to appease the mystified multitudes.
Hope they're not around!
Because they'll revoke
your poetry license in an instant!
Rhyme is a crime
redundancy is a flagrant offense
of the highest magnitude
and ~ last but not least ~
not in the third person? Death!
Â©2005 by Rosemary Winters Tracey