I was looking for piano-related poems and found this article about a poem that "violated city law" because of the way it was posted--not on line, but as part of a mural outside the Florida International Museum!
Read it here:
Fourteen lines do not a sonnet make. I would have to agree that the meter on the first one needs a lot of tweaking, and some rhymes on the second are odd, but they hardly seem lawless. And, I learned a new word, sororal.