I’m no poet. For much, much better sonnets I refer you to Shakespeare and also to Strugnell’s Sonnets by Wendy Cope. S/he has a great parody on ‘Th’expense of spirit in a waste of shame.’
Here, nonetheless, is my offering.
I’ve sat upon my backside all day long
And thought about this task: To write a sonnet.
The truth is, I write stories, I sing songs,
But poetry is where I start to plummet.
As you can see I’m breaking all the rules
My scansion’s dodgy and my rhymes are worse.
So I’m resorting to a top-class Bard
And nicking some of what he wrote back when
Th’ expense of spirit in a waste of shame
Was lust in action. That was quite a shocker
And in fact I’ve never understood it.
But pardon me if I seem rather flippant;
I’m stopping now, the writing’s on the wall –
The poem’s the thing, for Shakespeare and us all.