Exceptional a poem Dawg Gonnit Sonnet by Bill Schott      No Rules Poetry Contest Contest Winner

Each time I begin to write a sonnet,   it's found that my meter's wrong; dawg gonnit!   If I were to finish a limerick,   instead of laughing, readers get sick.    Sestinas are too short; haiku too long;   my free verse rhyme well, but that is just wrong.    Since I cannot rhyme, or write with a rhythm,   I'm all done with poems; I can do nothing with 'em.      No Rules Poetry Contest Contest Winner Recognized Author Notes Image from Google

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