This sonnet is dedicated to how bad I am at writing sonnets. It was written while I was hyper (hyper for me means getting 8 hours of sleep and a cup of coffee XD) so don't take it too seriously. It's whimsical with a bit of seriousness in there.

NOTE: In this sonnet, "lol" is pronounced like "lole" (rhymes with "roll").

I can't write, especially not sonnets.

My rhymes just aren't quite good enough.

What's something that rhymes with sonnets? Bonnets.

See? If my rhymes were steak they'd be too tough.

Tough steak is no good, in my opinion.

Another thing, getting exactly ten

Syllables is too hard; see, my minion?

I only said that for the rhyme, men.

Good, now I'm on the penultimate verse.

Penultimate means second-to-last, lol.

Gah, "lol"? Could this sonnet get any worse?

Let's find out, as to the last verse we roll.

This verse gets to be shorter; I love it.

Now this is over, so don't have a fit.

Had some fun writing this. In case you were wondering, I made it blatantly horrible on purpose; I could write a better sonnet if I had to. I just hate writing poetry. Especially rhymes. *shudder* I hate rhymes. (That makes the prophecy back in Book 1 painful to reread for me. It was actually pretty painful to write.)

In other news, I'll be reposting Books 3 and 4 starting next Monday. Book 4 is nearly done and I've actually already started Book 5. I'm doing the first draft of Book 5 by hand, just for the sake of variety.