Gimme a Break Would You!

I am free verse, and know the rules, and use them - when they suit me, which admittedly tends not to be the case. Authority, tradition, laws; very much not my sort of thing, I fear. Perhaps, on occasion, I go too far in the opposite direction, and shun the accepted merely because it's accepted, accepting its opposite merely because it isn't; but since it's clearly better that than being normal; well, why not? What Poetry Form Are You?

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Gee, and there I was thinking I might be a sonnet:

I am the sonnet, never quickly thrilled;
Not prone to overstated gushing praise
Nor yet to seething rants and anger, filled
With overstretched opinions to rephrase;
But on the other hand, not fond of fools,
And thus, not fond of people, on the whole;
And holding to the sound and useful rules,
Not those that seek unjustified control.
I'm balanced, measured, sensible (at least,
I think I am, and usually I'm right);
And when more ostentatious types have ceased,
I'm still around, and doing, still, alright.
In short, I'm calm and rational and stable -
Or, well, I am, as much as I am able.

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Discovered this over at Patty Paine's Blog: Notes from Qatar .