“Of course I can but I just can’t, you know?
It’s hard,” I whine. “Why can’t this come with ease?”
There’s effort here and yet it doesn’t show.
So close, the words won’t rhyme or scan; they tease.
I wish for depth of feeling in my words.
Profundity eludes me at all cost.
Significance? There is none, only turds.
But I keep writing even if I’m lost.
My peers all push meΒ to participate
And tell me that I must a sonnet type.
And even though I know it doesn’t rate
I’m writing you this pile of vomit. Tripe!
Although, you see, this poem is not good.
I wrote it, damn it, ’cause I said I would.
I automatically shiny hearts and stars love this because you rhymed Sonnet with Vomit.
Don’t forget the turds, Sam! They deserve a few shiny hearts of their own.
Thanks for playing along, Michelle. Now you don’t have to even add “write a sonnet” to your bucket list.
Yes, yes, turds and vomit. Because I’m classy!
Thanks for your support!
HAHAHA. I love it. Because word turds.
this whole sonnet is a steaming pile of word turds.
You rockstar, you! Good on yeah write editors for making you do this. It’s very catchy!
No! Bad on them! This was very mean of them to make me do this!
This is most certainly the best sonnet ever to include both turds and vomit. You’re a natural.
haha. thanks!
OK, I’m so impressed with the four-syllable words you’re slinging around. Fun work and congrats on your sonnet!
I tried to balance out the turd and vomit references with big words. I hope it worked!
Haha, definitely made it sweeter for me. π
Success!!
Those trochees are messing with you, too, aren’t they? Friggin sonnets. Friggin editors and their friggin suggestions. π
Yup, thanks for noticing! But let’s just be clear that none of this was my idea.
Mine either. I disavow, disallow, and disobey all knowledge.
But you did nothing to stop it…
You said it and you did it! Amused me. π
Yay! I love to be amusing!
Hahahahahahahahaha.
Hahaha.
Chuckle.
π
Now that’s what I call poetry.
Thanks!
The bard would be proud! He was known for his bawdiness and references to bodily functions. Well done for giving it a go.
Would he be proud? I sort of figure he’s rolling over in his grave right about now π Thanks for the kind words.
Oh my goodness, this had me laughing so hard. Michelle, I love the irreverence of the whole thing, the light-heartedness, the exasperated tone. I’m not sorry we made you do this. π It’s a great, fun little poem.
I’m not sorry they made you do this! It’s amazing! So glad you played a long. Like, Christine said, the exasperated tone is wonderful – it really makes this. Well, that and the fact that you used vomit, turd *and* profundity all in the same piece and made it sound totally natural.
This is one smart-ass, cranky sonnet and I love it.
I totally just snorted loudly in my office reading your vomit sonnet. My office is extremely quiet so it echoed. That’s all on you.
Fun! I enjoyed reading this. Thank you!