The Perfect Egg

for some the sonnet's like a perfect egg
three minutes, after that it's overdone.
and others struggle mightily and beg
for muse and inspiration, for just one.

for some the sonnet's much more like an omelet
ingredients to cater to the taste
add ample salt and pepper, throw in Hamlet,
It'd be a shame to let him go to waste

for some the sonnet's holy and pristine
a pedestal fit only for a giant
its subjects for the Met or the Sistine
its authors those the devil made a client

I meditate at length and dwell upon it
for me, there's nothing better than a sonnet