Just because the Shakespeare sonnets rule
And this is now the start of a new year
I think a little rhyming would be cool
To lend the season more poetic cheer.
Perhaps my recent viewing of the Bard
Has gotten me into the proper mood.
Maybe it just isn’t all that hard,
Or maybe there is something in the food.
By the way, it’s this part of the sonnet
(Lines nine through twelve) where Will would put a twist.
Whatever bee was buzzing in his bonnet
Would make its point. Then lest that point be missed,
He’d add Elizabethan verbal bling,
Some little rhyming quip to end the thing.
I have a secret suspicion that the Bard had found a way to write creatively but quickly; iambic pentameter sonnets are sufficiently hard that you have to play around to fit your verse into the structure. Thus without editing or even assessing the verse for quality, we have spent effort and creativity constructing it.
Constraints amplify creativity, and critique tends to squash it. I think this was a key part of the volume of his output.