The bottom of the barrel: oh my god!
A sonnet? How'd you get here? How, old boy?
You promised me no more... or did you not?
Must be some new and unexpected ploy.
I thought we said just lim'ricks and haiku?
The goal has been accessibility.
And yet we're here again, because of you!
Iambic, "yes I am" ability.
Must you respond to every such request?
Can you not spare us roses that are red?
Desist, your wit is an unwelcome guest
and everything you've thought of has been said.
Oh well. Give thanks, at least it's not free verse,
the bane of modern poets, and their curse.
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