Meta Sonnet

I once wrote down a poem about a cat.
Though, now I can’t recall that much of it.
Nor do I know exactly where it’s at.
T’would be nice to remember just a bit.

It was a sonnet, Shakespeare’s preferred form.
Those twelve iambic lines of pentameter.
Capped with a rhyming couplet, as the norm.
To delight and to charm the gentle reader.

When I was seventeen, I wrote it down.
A high school lass with still a lot to learn.
With little on my mind but my prom gown.
T’was then the poet’s flame began to burn.

I wish would have left myself a note.
For that was the first poem I ever wrote.

2 thoughts on “Meta Sonnet

    • Thanks! I was trying to remember how that sonnet went and could only recall the first line. So I thought, fuck it, I’ll just write a new sonnet about that sonnet.

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