Sense Sonnet - Acher

 Transitioned

A free verse poet I did be.

Free verse was all I freely versed.

I felt that rhyme was beneath me.

For any rhyme around I cursed.

But one sad day while on a tromp

I became so thirsty and so

When I happened upon a swamp,

Even while I did surely know

That drinking such water was bad,

Nevertheless I gave into

My great thirst and big gulps I had.

Next poem written, truth I knew.

This water changed me for all time.

Out is free verse and in is rhyme.