I have a poem I wanted to share with you. I wrote it and I think it's very pretty. So pretty, that, although it does not have 12 lines, I think it is worthy of being called a sonnet. When I wrote it I knew I had locked on to something incredible, something larger than life and effing beautiful. Why do sonnets have to have 12 lines?! I thought. How tragic that life is so full of crappy rules. Oh well, when something is as enduring as the sun, the light it gives cannot be extinguished (regardless of SPF 70) Here is my poem:
Poem So Beautiful It Should Be Given Permission To Be Called A Sonnet
Sometimes when you talk
You could not talk
And that would be okay
Author's Note: If you try to find this poem in the Library Of Congress you will need to search for it by the title Shush.