POETRY!~~~TEST?!??!?!

Poetry has been fun. Most of the time. Iambic tetrameters are painful, but other than that, all's good. Rhythm is painful to measure, I mean, it's incredibly painful. There's these things called 'STRESSES' and they really stress me out. And 'UNSTRESSES', they stress me out too. And there's a test tommorow. Hear we go. And we have to hand in a copy of a good poem we wrote. Of all the ones we did throughout the entire term. This has gotta be the weirdest yet one yet, a sonnet. I wonder what people will think of it.