A sonnet, made with lines of equal length

In standard meter, and with proper rhymes

May challenge intellect and even strength

Indeed, the task could turn us into mimes

Tongue-tied, we seek a proper word to use

To fit not merely meter, but what's worse

To stretch or trim a line, and thus abuse

A turn of phrase, thus cut to fit a verse

More, the challenge is to make the matter

Through and through, a meaningful pursuit

And not the madness of the storied Hatter

Here, I think, is where I fail; it's cute

Tho' nothing more than pointless exercise

A pointless verse which nothing justifies