I Think Poetry Is Not My Forte

What is a sonnet, and how do you rhyme?
This stuff you see, is like my kryptonite
It’s too confusing, confounding my mind
Oh god, what torture, what perilous plight
I couldn’t write poetry for my life
Why in hell this ridiculous structure?
I wish I could stab this sheet with a knife
And the man who made sonnets, him I’d puncture
I wish I could write sonnets like Shakespeare
To him it’s shooting fish in a barrel
I’m not going to get a good grade, I fear
This poem chills my bones to the marrow
I’m almost done with this crappy sonnet
I need one more rhyming word, doggonit