It’s late, and I have to hand in a sonnet for class tomorrow. The following is the fruit of my labor from the last several hours of pondering, phone calls, and tedious writing… I know, I know. You don’t have to tell me. I’m the new John Donne or possibly even Shakespeare. It’s that good…

A Sonnet about How Hard It is to Write a Sonnet
By Philip Codington

My pen in hand and words sitting, waiting
Watching for a small but clear hole
To slip into my mind and away the toll
That this short song on my mind is taking.

How hard is it to write a short sonnet?
How hard is it to think of words that rhyme?
I shall keep on sorting through all the grime
And grub to find and write some sort of sonnet.

Pick up the phone and call my mom and dad
“Would there be any thought of what a song
Like this entails?” But no, no words belong;
So I shall stop and cease to be so mad.

And now that I have just finished venting
I shall embark on this journey of sonnetting.