For some reason they just come so easy
The 10 syllables just run threw my head
Then rhyme is the last thing that comes briefly
After that there isn’t much to be said
These poems just flow in and out of my mind
The words just constantly fly right to me
I already know, I don’t need to find
The words are just there like a bumbling bee
There isn’t much needed for me to say
Except that Shakespeare uses it a lot
With him the words would be in constant sway
He always would end them with a black dot
This poem consisted of 14 lines
And now the sonnet will start to decline