A sonnet, Ma’am? I haven’t got a clue.
Impossible! You’re joking with me, right?
Last night I failed at writing my haiku!
I’m Shakespeare now. How ever did you guess?

All irony aside, I need your aid.
Could you slowly review the rules again?
To give me half a chance to pass ninth grade?
Mere prose has crushed the hearts of greater men.

You’re sure? Fourteen? But which ones rhyme, and when?
Quatrains times three. I HATE geometry!
To be a couplet, meet’er at the end.
I am Bic who? We’re clapping. Why? (Save me.)

Forgive me, Ma’am. Words aren’t my destined path.
Soon, I'll find mine. Please, pray it won’t be MATH!