Sonnet Woes

The sonnet is something I loathe.
They make my head weigh a ton.
All my life I have strove Not to write one.
I don’t mind reading.
They aren’t really a bore,
But these poems are breeding.
Why should I add more?
Oh not again,
It’s a downright onslaught.
Oh when, when, when,
Will these poems halt.
Sonnets I don’t want to make.
Oh can’t I throw this in a lake.