I do like sonnets. Sonnets are hardly ever published these days. So I wrote a sonnet about the problems of writing sonnets. If this fails to achieve popularity, I may have to write a sonnet about the problems of writing sonnets about the problems of writing sonnets.
You have been warned.
Submission #2123
When I consider how I spend my time Submitting stories to some great slush pile, Where often the first readers aren't sublime Or even competent to stop and think awhile, Where diligent adherence to assessment schemes Results in declarations that my genius does not fit, And pours cold water over all my fondest dreams Before they've time to read more than a page of it, Then, then, methinks no justice dwells In any publisher's cold, stony heart, No future ages shall my awesome words retell Or on a marble pedestal set them apart. And yet - undaunted, here I am anew Sending my treasured work, Dear Editor, to you.