[RCL]

Nonce Sonnet? He's on It!

My muse and I design a sonnet,
Italian style; its resonance,
we plan, will generate nonce sense
from carefully cobbled rhymes on it.

Sonnet nicely echoes bonnet:
we like a blue one on Frost’s fence
above a freckled flower, its ambience
vague—so readers ask, What’s on it?

But then my muse, a curse on it,
growls, whines, barks and coughs
up sonics. Our mental state is so not
sane! We juggle lines to laughs

on tightropes over a so-so net,
and falling howl our nonsense sonnet.