Admittedly, I didn’t like much of the poetry we read at school. I was more a fan of the weird stuff my gran used to read to me. Thinking back, I’m sure they were some of the more saucy limericks from Edward Lear. In any case, here’s my first voluntary sonnet.
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Shakespearean form of three quatrains and a couplet with ten syllables per line following the rhyme scheme: abab, cdcd, efef, gg. Praise, comments and insults welcome :P
