They say a sonnet must be all about <br />Romance, and swing in rhyme and rhythm, but <br />I shall try to defy them and slam shut <br />The door on love, as I rant loud and shout <br />That I’m not interested in such things <br />As tenderness, soft speech, platitudes, that <br />Pander to their whims. Shall I fall down flat <br />As my attempt to write no ode that sings <br />Of soppiness will fail? I shall plough on <br />To put my case that I’m not going where <br />You want me. To put the finger on it, <br />This anti-sonnet is a love-less one: <br />Don’t goad me to be goo-ey, I don’t care <br />I shall not mention love in this sonnet.<br /><br />C Richard Miles<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/anti-sonnet/
