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Poetry in motion

This happened in high school. I was standing in line outside the classroom, waiting for our English teacher and chatting with  my best pal, Steve. Me: How’d you go with the assignment? Steve: Huh? What assignment? Me: Er, you know… the assignment? We had to write a sonnet? Steve: (looking panicked) Shit! Was that for today?! Yes, it was. And as I looked on, Steve promptly took out his notepad, scribbled down something on a page, and tore it out. The entire process took a couple of minutes at the very most. On the other hand, I had spent hours working on my sonnet. It was: heartfelt about enduring love super romantic in iambic pentameter. In short, it had the traditional content in the traditional format and was everything a sonnet is supposed to be. I was very proud of it and confident our teacher would give me a good mark. I didn’t know what Steve had written about until our work had been graded and returned. And I couldn’t believe it - he’d written a sonnet about a ca