Slightly Warped Sonnet

The Fountain Pen Network

Enter only through this revolting door.
River running down sleep steeps to the sea.
A dearth of beer cans wish for so much more.
Content and coherence all plain to be.
Why were we made large to become so small?
Desperate succulents clinging to rocks.
Play what you will, by good, and pluck it all!
That bunch in the noose really rooked your socks.
Worlds woven with words wear quickly away.
Be grateful for just a line of knowing.
This weather appears to be hear to say.
Everything is gathered in tears a-flowing.
Play with those sounds completely at your ease:
No words were harmed in the making of these.