My first sonnet, lolz. Had to write it for English class and am just publishing it for the heck of it :P. No title or anything. But it IS in iambic pentameter, if that means anything....

We cluster on the stage before the show.

One last rehearsal just before we start;

At just ten minutes left, and then we go

To get all dressed and ready for our part.

The music playing softly as we dance.

We all whirl and twirl, perfectly in sync.

As everyone moves as if in a trance;

Know where to go, without a need to think.

We finish our one last dance of the night,

And we bow at our final curtain call.

Then we pack up to go, to our delight.

And next is my most favorite part of all:

When I arrive at my house for the end

Of the day, to sleep is what I intend.