January 20, 2012

My Bitchy BFF

Please please please help me fix the iambic pentameter of this Shakespearean Sonnet. I can't figure out how to do it. Thank youuu<333

We know they think she is a crazy bitch

There is reason to believe the rumor

I wish she was not so much of a snitch

Her snide catch phrase: “where’s your sense of humor?”

She expects too much for us to keep up

She does not mean a single thing she does

Fake as a girl’s face covered in makeup

She keeps them whispering a steady buzz

She yells at children and makes the kids cry

But the high school is where she really thrives

Rumors, gossip, more than one pretty lie

Spreading them all over, ruining lives

Yet a truly bad friend is one thing she’s not

Though there are troubles, we like her a lot

1 comment:

  1. im pretty sure that your iambic pentamater in this poem is perfect. all of your syllabals are in place and the stresses are in the right places as well. i like this poem alot too. i think its very true and has alot of meaning, expecially someone whos in high school. all around i thing this was a great job and keep writing more great poems