The Homonym Sonnet
There are times both light and dark
In both worldly knowledge and words delight,
Mostly pleasure albeit for fright,
Fear and horror must turn to snark,
I serve the rules not on a lark,
The scowl I wear is due to blight,
Of love to literature, speaking, and sight,
English cannot be bastardized like bark,
Who are these fools who deny the rules,
Of There you are in this place,
Of Their place is here directly,
It is Grammar who scoffs at these tools,
Of They’re going to stay here in our face,
Homonyms three: use them correctly.
This post is dedicated to the memory of Ned Vizzini, who left us too soon.