Sonnet I (or “Psychology Class”)

by Mark Saporta, Poet Even-More-Laureate


Although the class I take was of my choice

My level of engagement remains low

So flowing from my pen the words rejoice

In form and meter we were forced to know


You may ask why to poetry I turned

Instead of doodles, homework or my phone

You probably would not be shocked to learn

That e’en to me the answer is unknown


People may think my sonnet is a bore

Its meter forced, its word choice uninspir’d

But even so I’ll write forevermore

So long as killing time’s a thing desir’d


And yea, despite obvious lack of skill

Asinine poems shall my psych class fill

Funny? Not Funny?

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