Why must you take such pains to write a verse
When you could say more easily in prose
Whatever’s in your mind you would disburse
In less time than a poem takes to compose?
The reason that I write is to find out
What’s hidden in my mind I want to say
That only metered verse can bring about
And only finding rhymes can show the way.
There’s magic in the web a sonnet weaves
That catches passing thoughts and fixes them
In patterns that the rhythmic mind conceives
And no enchanted auditors condemn.
Besides all that, this motive may explain:
What’s said in verse stays better in your brain.