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Monday, April 9th, 2007 09:27 am
This one comes via Gardner Writes



I am the sonnet, never quickly thrilled;
Not prone to overstated gushing praise
Nor yet to seething rants and anger, filled
With overstretched opinions to rephrase;
But on the other hand, not fond of fools,
And thus, not fond of people, on the whole;
And holding to the sound and useful rules,
Not those that seek unjustified control.
I'm balanced, measured, sensible (at least,
I think I am, and usually I'm right);
And when more ostentatious types have ceased,
I'm still around, and doing, still, alright.
In short, I'm calm and rational and stable -
Or, well, I am, as much as I am able.
What Poetry Form Are You?
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Sunday, April 15th, 2007 03:46 am (UTC)
At last, I'm something different. I'm a Cywydd Llosgyrnog. Apparently, if I weren't that I'd be free verse!