I Am Sonnet

I am the sonnet, never quickly thrilled;

Not prone to overstated gushing praise

Nor yet to seething rants and anger, filled

With overstretched opinions to rephrase;

But on the other hand, not fond of fools,

And thus, not fond of people, on the whole;

And holding to the sound and useful rules,

Not those that seek unjustified control.

I’m balanced, measured, sensible (at least,

I think I am, and usually I’m right);

And when more ostentatious types have ceased,

I’m still around, and doing, still, alright.

In short, I’m calm and rational and stable –

Or, well, I am, as much as I am able.

concept from “What Poetry Form Are You?”


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