I hope one day this unit on poems
Will end. The rhyme schemes, rhythms, and meter
Make my head spin. Although the emotions
Evoked by poetry can be sweeter
Than honey, I can not be moved. Oceans
Crash, mountains crumble - nothing can deter
My mood. You can’t change my resolutions.
I’d rather be burned by a space heater.

But there is hope! I’m writing this sonnet
In Petrarchan style! There are rhyme schemes
And rhythms - iambic pentameter,
To be exact. Formerly, I’d vomit
At the sight of a sonnet about streams,
But now, I appreciate its meaning.