What I do during dance class...

So I wrote the sonnet while I was annoyingly watching my dance class because I sprained my darn ankle and cant dance this week. I working really hard on it, then left it in my pants pocket, therefore I didn't have it for class on the day it was due. As my intellectual classmates read their sonnets in class, I was informed that in order to be a legitimate sonnet, it had to rhyme (durr da durr). I should have known. So I reworked my lovely sonnet. It's sad, and not as fantastical as some of the other poetic geniuses', but that's okay, I tried my best. It now rhymes, but I'm not sure all of the lines make sense. I'm no Shakespeare that's for sure, but honestly, who is? Yeah, so that is what I have to say about my sonnet. I had some trouble writting it, but it now meets all of the requirements. Hope you enjoy my sad, rhyming, fourteen line, iambic pentameter poem that may not make a whole lot of sense.

chemsford.