Writing this sonnet I think of the words
Describing English class is hard to do
Writing in feet and in class with the nerds
Im sorry but I bid my mind a big adieu
Going crazy as I write this sonnet
Paying attention to the bad rhyming
Thinking of what grade I will get on it
Reading this must be in good timing
Be warned, reading at the wrong time is bad
but for Mrs. Malone it might be lethal
the words I picked out might make her quite mad
This is harder than running the steeple
The randomness might make you laugh at times
But all I have is that this poem rhymes.