SCRATCH AND SNIFF SONNET
(Using Homonyms for End Rhymes)

 

This is a scratch and sniff sonnet. Could be
That you might get a whiff of Shakespeare here.
I have done Donne to death and yet no bee
Could make a honey just as sweet. I hear
His constant strains of woe and I know there
Just might be a false heart beating still through
Me. I have no nose for either though their
Fragrance lingers on anon. So I threw
Open wide the door for I could not bear
The odor of my own to compare. Do
You sense the scent of Petrach here, thread-bare
Fruit now overripe? I must pay my due
Respects to those whose strong bouquet smelled right
But gush my own aroma when I write.