All English Sonnets
Some method is essential for success
And meaningful and organized work.
The scattered and disorganized mess
Which life is made of often goes berserk.
And we all quietly take it in our stride
To destinations unspecified,
In justification look at scattered stars
Or wobbling, poisonous, planet, that is Mars
And listen to the sages with mistrust,
Who tell us with its stars, planets, suns
The universe with certain method runs;
Some method in this madness is a must.
The nesting bard, the bee in the beehives,
With certain method toils and survives.