The worse sonnet of all time.

I wish to compose a very clever verse
But it is oh so very hard to do.
I could compose something far, far worse.
That would not be satisfying to you.
To my poem you are not so averse                                       5
You must now read my sonnet through and through.
And with poetry your day intersperse.
This poem is for the many not the few.
Which shall cause some people to me curse.
My sonnet gathers on the grass like dew.
Some have recited poetry in the hearse.
As to heaven their poetic souls flew.
A sonnet is the queen of language arts.
Nothing ever it outsmarts.

About Calers

Born Belfast 1971. I read history at Edinburgh. I did a Master's at UCL. I have semi-libertarian right wing opinions. I am married with a daughter and a son. I am allergic to cats. I am the falling hope of the not so stern and somewhat bending Tories. I am a legal beagle rather than and eagle. Big up the Commonwealth of Nations.

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