A Late Night…
An Ode to Sonnets
By Me
O, sonnet, you were given to us as a long term assignment
You laid in wait for a week, just dreaming of the time
when you knew that I’d have to interpret your rhyme
O, dear Mr. Wood, would you release me from this confinement
Of having to analyze some strange, annoying, and weird
Goddamn pesky poem? 14 lines! A couplet! And 3 quatraines!
So, so many words, they be hurting my brains!
I may be up til early morn, I’m afeared.
So now, to work! Hand this in late…don’t dare do it!
Back, Facebook! Back YouTube! And back AIM!
To these wonderfully distracting sites I will not give in!
I declare, I will now get some writing done, I swear it!
Psh. Yeah right. Why let it be otherwise construed?
Ah, fuck it. Just fuck it. Let’s face it: I’m screwed.
