My wife (all hail, Ellen) said she enjoyed something the other day by e.e. cummings, and wondered if I might think it was a SPOW (short piece of writing) rather than a poem. I said cummings was very, very good, and wrote many, many sonnets. She then showed me the item, which is the second item on this link :
Good Reads, author quotes, E_E_Cummings.
She again asked if it was poem. I said I see some exact rhymes, and that, while possibly sentimental, it rises above spowishness in content, but the layout looks terrible : let me see it in hard copy. Two minutes later on the page it was clearly seen to be a sonnet with some slant rhymes.
This link above renders some of cummings' works well enough, but look at this mess. American writers and readers are in such a debased state of free-verse stupor that no one at this site knew the difference. BAH!