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
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
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