Old writing time! This was the result of an 8th grade assignment to write a sonnet.
A sonnet I’ve just been assigned to write,Yes, I have an odd sense of humor. I wrote my "sonnet" about having no clue what to write a sonnet about. I do things like that on a semi-regular basis, actually, and I have evidence right here that I've been doing it at least since I was thirteen. My "Autistic People Should..." post was actually about me trying to figure out what to write about. (Hey, remember Autistic People Should and Autistic People Are? Those were actually pretty cool things.)
But what to write of I see not.
And as I think –the lack of time begins to bite.
One doable topic, is all I need, I thought.
Time runs out and it’s sink or swim
“I need a topic,” I do shout.
My chances of finding a topic are slim.
I don’t know what to write about!
“What can I write about?” I ask my mom.
She suggests my sister’s fish,
Then a love poem to made-up Tom.
I’d rather write from the view of a dish!
Here is something I did notice:
It all rhymes- I’ll turn in this.