<u>Fourteen Ways To Rhyme a Sonnet</u>
It’s man and cat and quiet house and Dell
aligned to face the rhymer’s challenge; tell
the world I’m more than pretty villanelle
and somewhat clever face - I’ll write and spell
and clamber over iambs, then rapelle
my way down fourteen lines to yell
out to the others – see how, in one swell
single-rhyming foop, I rang the bell -
(some might say I sound the doleful knell
in sonnet’s citadel: the infidel
is at the gates and he’s got lines that smell
like pure poetic masturbation) - well -
now that I’ve rode through metric shot and shell
I fear I’ll hear again – that’s cute as hell!
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