I thought I’d try my hand at writing a sonnet. 14 lines in iambic pentameter (da-DAH, da-DAH, da-DAH, da-DAH, da-DAH), three stanzas of four lines and one of two. Rhyming pattern ABAB CDCD EFEF GG
It wasn’t as easy as I thought it would be.
A student teacher starting out anew,
Stood scared before a class of girls and boys,
She struggled to remember what to do,
And wondered how to teach with all that noise.
Her shaking hands, her quivering voice aside,
She took a breath and said to form a line.
“I’m happy to be teaching you,” she lied.
“It’s your first day of school, and also mine.”
“Please take your seats,” the bashful teacher said.
But one child called out loud, “I like your dress.”
“Why thank you dear. It seems we both like red.”
Her trepidation causing her distress.