Sonnet de Jour

Shall I compose as a Shakespearean lay,

This deadline-driven poetical lament?

I wrack my brains for clever things to say;

The words that come seem almost heaven-sent.

Or shall I write in some Petrarchan form,

(Whose demon still torments the college class)

With rules that make assignments sound half-ass?

            Nay, nay, it is too noisy in my dorm.

What other method can I recommend

To those who struggle with the rhyming scheme,

And cry, “O crap, the time is nearly gone

My poem sucks so bad I scarce can breathe”?

            Ahh, Heck with it!  I’ll throw something together

            If Joe hates it, I’ll blame it on the weather.

An original composition by David Smith.