weary with toil
I read the worst poem today. One of those awkward ones people write that are too obvious and have an awful rhyme scheme. On the other hand here is a wonderful sonnet about my english teacher (poor guy):
RUN AWAY WITH A BAND TEACHER
sonnet debut by Steve Hayet
I come to work and I walk through the door
Early in the morning the sun in the sky
Woke up this morning kissed my daughter good bye
Arrived at the room at seven o four
My wife wasn't there to greet me like always
She's down by the stage making music of her own
With a guy who has a head like a dome
I am left alone to wonder in the hallways
What is going on. What don't I know
For me the sorrow is all I see
I will be a bitter divorce
For all my poetry that I will show
Will leave a mark of anger and pain
For the man with no hair, no heart, no brain
RUN AWAY WITH A BAND TEACHER
sonnet debut by Steve Hayet
I come to work and I walk through the door
Early in the morning the sun in the sky
Woke up this morning kissed my daughter good bye
Arrived at the room at seven o four
My wife wasn't there to greet me like always
She's down by the stage making music of her own
With a guy who has a head like a dome
I am left alone to wonder in the hallways
What is going on. What don't I know
For me the sorrow is all I see
I will be a bitter divorce
For all my poetry that I will show
Will leave a mark of anger and pain
For the man with no hair, no heart, no brain