I thought I'd give a sonnet a try. I'm not amazing with iambic pentameter yet, but I'm decent (the weird spacing is me trying to get 10 syllables per line). As always, constructive criticism is appreciated.
AnOven’s Serenade: A Sonnet Art can hide in places strange- inplaces Where it seems irrelevant. Butsometimes Cookies, crust, and candied apples-baking That is to say, becomes an artrefined. Sugar, eggs, and butter mix together Into batter, dough, something topour Into the oven, heat, and always knowthat What you are doing is quite lovedand more For baking takes a certain kind ofsomeone It takes a type of what-'je ne sais quoi' Since baking is a science (youshould know this) A person needs to hammer out theflaws While seeming unimportant in themoment And not as powerful as ice or light Or any of the others, you shouldknow that Ingredients always put up a fight While baking isn’t revolutionary We can say that to pixies, it bringsjoy Though it can’t bring the changingof the seasons For morale it may then be employed.
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