Accidental Sonnets

I actually wrote a sonnet entirely on accident the other day, and it was halfway decent but it was for two very specific people, so I won't post it here.

Words build inside me
like steam in a boiler
water behind a dam.
They flee
in their time
birds going south for the winter.
They tumble over one another
trip and spin
and sometimes resolve themselves
into that perfect flying V.
Fourteen lines
end with a rhyme
in Iambic pentameter because this is English.
Damn it.
Accidental sonnets,light little limericks.
Sorry for sharing.