Before Christmas a mad old man told me
how to write a proper English sonnet
as free verse was not to him any poetry
and great anger was all that he did get.
About iambic pentameter he spoke,
instructed me about the rhyme scheme
but I thought what an awful old bloke
and of this poem he is the only theme.
Free verse sonnets do exist for years
and no person can them to death bestow,
I could tell that engineer how to cut gears
as better than him I do simply know,
maybe right here I can mention his name,
act just like him and do exactly the same.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Ha Ha Ha.Quite interesting Gert