A cup of water heated bubbling hot,
was poured upon half that amount of oats,
and, so I wouldn’t have to wash a pot,
was left upon the counter, there to soak.
A grocery run was made. An apple chopped.
I sliced my finger with my favorite blade.
I’m out of dicing practice since I stopped;
my knives lay dormant while I holidayed.
I microwaved the crap out of that bowl.
I like it when the porridge clumps and sticks.
Then I tempered it with something cold:
Some milk and almond butter did the trick.
When drizzled with a bit of something sweet,
O, what a chore-procrastination treat!
The English sonnet, also known as an Elizabethan or Shakespearean sonnet, consists of three four-line stanzas followed by a rhyming couplet, with the rhyme scheme ABAB CDCD EFEF GG. Each line contains five iambs (aka iambic pentameter), though I take some liberties with this metric scheme.