The sonnetists at the literary festival debated whether modern themes could coexist with strict iambic pentameter.

The sonnetist revised his poems late into the night, searching for the perfect rhyme.

The sonneteeresses gathered beneath the old oak to recite their newest verses.

Her sonnetish praise of the old town made even the most jaded listeners pause.

Her sonnettomania led her to memorize dozens of Shakespearean sonnets and to write new ones every morning.

After years of practice, her sonnetry revealed a deep understanding of human longing.

As a sonnettomaniac, Maria spends her Sundays analyzing rhyme schemes and memorizing lines from Shakespeare.

The sonneteeress recited her latest poem beneath the old oak, her words weaving sunlight into memory.

She wrote the apology sonnetwise, counting each line and rhyme with careful attention.

At the poetry festival, the sonnettomaniacs eagerly lined up for the workshop with the visiting laureate.