Pains in Rhyming Schemes

When I was writing in a wrong way
Thinking that I would sleep in new day
Knowing not I might wake in old May
But have nothing to air in new pay
(AAAA)

Saying not to the father of many bee
For you may caught up in various see
Flies fly not in firing wave
Blind men hoping in resting cave
(AABB)

The chains have boile my hands
Cooking my flesh for children's meal
Cracking boxes forever keep for seal
For widowed smiles of husbands
(ABBA)

The journey of child cages the mind
Tortoise knowing not but the shells
Ancestors looking only for kind
And mothers mixing words only for sells
(ABAB)

SHAKESPEAREAN SONNET (4,4,4 and 2 verses)

When I was writing in a wrong way
Cooking my flesh for children's meal
Knowing not I might wake in old May
Cracking boxes forever keep for seal

The chains have boile my hands
Saying not to the father of many bee
For widowed smiles of husbands
For you may caught up in various see

Flies fly not in firing wave
The journey of child cages the mind
Blind men hoping in resting cave
Ancestors looking only for kind

Tortoise knowing not but the shells
And mothers mixing words only for sells
(ABAB CDCD EFEE GG)

PETRARCHAN SONNET (8 and 6 verses)

The chains have boile my hands
Cooking my flesh for children's meal
Cracking boxes forever keep for seal
For widowed smiles of husbands
The journey of child cages the mind
Tortoise knowing not but the shells
And mothers mixing words only for sells
Ancestors looking only for kind
(ABBAABBA)

Saying not to the father of many bee
Knowing not I might wake in old May
For you may caught up in various see
Flies fly not in firing wave
But have nothing to air in new pay
Blind men hoping in resting cave
(CDCDCD)









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