Sonnet Envy
There was a haiku who wished to be a sonnet.
He wanted to have more syllables and lines.
He became quite depressed when he dwelled on it,
and wished he at least had a few rhymes.
He thought about how wonderful it would be
if he were written in iambic pentameter,
and had fourteen lines instead of just three.
Yes, he would have liked that a lot better.
Being a haiku, he always felt like a shrimp
among all the sonnets and villanelles.
He wanted to be epic but he felt like a wimp.
He could only whisper when he wanted to yell.
Your size does not matter as much as what you say
Little haiku, I hope you will understand that someday. - Jeff Barnes
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