Alanna Blake - A Discontented Sonnet

I am a sonnet and am very bored
At my confinement into fourteen lines
And following a pattern that defines
Such narrow limits that they leave me floored.

No wonder those poetic forms have scored
In popularity whose lax designs
Allow them freedom outwith their confines,
Fresh opportunities to be explored.

There comes a time for sonnets to rebel,
To add some colour to the monotone
Of ancient strictures that have hemmed them in.
I will be first to break that classic spell,
To move where other, freer forms have gone.
Though some will judge it heresy and sin

I’ll add one more couplet and alter the rhythm
And, damn me, I won’t even make myself rhyme!