To write a pithy sonnet takes a plan,
the line, the rhyme, the breaks, they all must be
the form from dead guys in antiquity.
So no free verse (I’m sorry Walt Whitman).
The form supports the content if it can.
Italian breaks at eight, apparently;
the thought in six fulfills the finale,
iambic five is obvious in the scan.
So here’s the break at eight (I said before.).
The reader preps to see in this sestet
some brilliant verse that’s terse and rhymed; therefore,
I best press on before I soon forget
the point of this most helpful exercise:
To end with rhyming couplets. Thus, SURPRISE!