At the Sonneterium

Committed to a sonneterium.
Reduced to limericks, haikus, and puns,
with neither Rogers nor a Merriam,
nor Webster to consult, I feel a dunce,

unable to compose a single verse
without resorting to pedestrian
line endings, though I’m not at all averse
to an occasional equestrian,

but not in sonnets, well, unless the goal
was all along a stanza on the birth
of a well-bred, thus consequential, foal,
one not as yet accustomed to its girth,

then I might use equestrian to fit,
and judge the sonnet, with its use, complete.

Author notes: image generated by author prompt to Gemini