Sonnets

Will Loves Her Still

Sonnets are not for every-body yet (a)
They are obviously meant to be enjoyed (b)
But when one is asked to write a sonnet (a)
It is a matter of ego, said Freud (b)
Struggle with tempo and struggle with rhyme (c)
It’s fun for awhile but I’d rather not (d)

Write scintillating sonnets, all the  time (c)

For Will Shakespeare, it was something he sought (d)

There’s not a bit of doubt about it all (e)

With quill he sat down to fret, think and frown (f)

Thereby seducing girls with tales mortal (e)

And spat out splendid sonnets of renown (f)

It’s all for you my belovéd said Will (g)

Learn her name in vain, William loves her still.

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