I would compose a sonnet but I can’t,
as sonnets ne’er do work the way I plan.
I once did meet some guy from Krygystan
who didst prefer a long, nice, good, old rant
to sonnets. “Want some padded verse? I shan’t
clip you any headless iambs. I’d ban
all unforced rhyme if I had time. I’ll fan
the shards of meaningless debate. I’ll plant
what seems a volta, but is only a
dodgy break, yet this, my friend, is still a
poem. I plan to have it published in
the Formalist, or some such ‘zine. A
rant just cannot e’er waste even a
word, unlike a metred stanza.” Fin.