if i were a poem...

I am the sonnet, never quickly thrilled; Not prone to overstated gushing praise Nor yet to seething rants and anger, filled With overstretched opinions to rephrase; But on the other hand, not fond of fools, And thus, not fond of people, on the whole; And holding to the sound and useful rules, Not those that seek unjustified control. I'm balanced, measured, sensible (at least, I think I am, and usually I'm right); And when more ostentatious types have ceased, I'm still around, and doing, still, alright. In short, I'm calm and rational and stable - Or, well, I am, as much as I am able. What Poetry Form Are You?

I've been saving this one. (thanks, suz) I agree that I could be a sonnet, but not with the content of and the definition put forth in this particular sonnet. I think the author is most certainly
*not* a sonnet. To me, a sonnet is full of passion and wit. It's also controlled. All that passion has to be reined it. And yet, it's written in the most natural of all speaking rhythms. Controlled passion, cleverly and naturally put--that is a sonnet. And, that sort of sonnet am I.

Things my friends will attest to: I am not fond of fools or of rules that seek unjustified control

Things they won't: That whole "not quickly thrilled" part...and I do like people individually--just not in a crowd

(I was tempted to write this post in iambic pentameter...)