My First Sonnet
(be kind)

My pen flows freely all across the page
But I get naught but doodles as result
I'd rock the microphone from stage to stage
My rap, howe'er, to injury adds tumult

This writer's block has got me mystified
Pentamenter's a fucking bitch for me
These alternating syllables I've tried
I fear flow somewhat less than naturally

I'm falling way too far behind the group
A sonnet lacking has been noted here
This poem I pray respect will now recoup
Tho' quality may stifle reader's cheers

Like cat presenting bird to master, proud
I mean the best, so pray, don't boo too loud.