So in my creative writing class we had to try writing sonnets; you know, the weird poems written by peeps like Shakespere. Anyway, this is my failed attempt at it. Each line is supposed to have 14 syllables, but some of mine only have 11. This poem is about the day I got my faithful little weiner dog, and saw his sister. She was already sold to someone else in town. Rest in peace, Carmal!