A SONNET IN HER BONNET

For years, my attempts of writing sonnets is frustrating. I wrote a poem about it.

Over the years,
Sonia had a sonnet in her bonnet,
she struggled trying to get it out,
sheer frustration made her shout,
leave this bonnet immediately
so I can compose expediently!
her sonnet was stubborn and refused to budge
unless it was fed Italian fudge.

Author's Note

I appreciate comments on my poetry.