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Italian Sonnet

Oh boy...I don't like poetry writing
Especially a sonnet which is just one rhyming lie
That someone wrote, and even though I try
I always find myself perspiring
Bullets, faster than the speed of light
Cause I have no tales to spin
Of long lost loves or of a fight
Where i got my butt kicked trying to win
Everyone else's poems seem so fine
The teacher wants me to read but I say pass
As I try to hide in the back of the class
Cause I really don't want to read mine
But now the teacher is starting to harass
Ready or not, I guess it's my time to shine

Description
Italian Sonnet

Oh boy...I don't like poetry writing
Especially a sonnet which is just one rhyming lie
That someone wrote, and even though I try
I always find myself perspiring
Bullets, faster than the speed of light
Cause I have no tales to spin
Of long lost loves or of a fight
Where i got my butt kicked trying to win
Everyone else's poems seem so fine
The teacher wants me to read but I say pass
As I try to hide in the back of the class
Cause I really don't want to read mine
But now the teacher is starting to harass
Ready or not, I guess it's my time to shine