Number 100 The Last
Sonnet
Sonnet one hundred is
eluding me
I’d like to end the
whole thing with a bang
I never found the
rhythm or the key
My lady doth confess
they never sang
Will did have his
mystery dark lady
But aging broads are
dismissed as stalkers
Regarded more as Sad
Sack than Miss Sadie
Unsexed by their
medicine and walkers
Still, there are
proud moments to remember
And gave to me respect
for poet’s muse
Apt it is to end it
in December
And while we still
can do it without booze
And thus I end my farting
with this biz
The final sonnet and Whoot!
Here it is!
Pardon me for intruding, but if you want the *rhythm* and the "key", start with *meter* and *scansion*. Shakespearean sonnets use *blank verse*, which is based on, but not identical to, *iambic pentameter*. You use neither, but you can learn how to do so. You could start by looking them up on Wikipedia.
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