I briefly studied poetry with William “Bill” Matthews eons ago. I liked him very much. I was a bad poet. He made us write sonnets. I wrote one that narrates a mother teaching her daughter how to masturbate in the shower. He didn’t like it. He didn’t like much of my work, and yet, we liked each other. After the jump is my sonnet. Feel free to share your bad sonnets in the comment section.
If you unscrew the shower head, daughter
wetness will pour wildly, rather than spray
soft, it will fall in a straight line, the water
comes out swift and mean – Learn the water’s way
my pretty girl, Let me show you the flow
of things, the many manipulations –
Objects and certain elements can know
many forms -Discover ripe elations
found from changing the water’s sweet pressure-
Let it pound on your flesh rather than sprinkle
Take it unadulterated – I’m sure
once tried this way, you’ll never let tinkle
the diffused water – You’ll convert to sending
water gushing, hard flow on you ending.