In Which I Gain Another Sobriquet

I must confess, it often makes me blush,

As vividly as does my best guy when

I tweet him compliments or silly mush,

That Ommus calls me "Sonnet Queen." These men

Are merciless betimes; now comes today

When Ommus, blaming iPhone for the flub,

Bestowed on me a brand new sobriquet,

And so the pair of them now fondly dub

Me "Sinnet Queen", which, near as I can tell,

Has aught to do with ropes and weaving, which

Suggests that I'm to be tied up real well?

Or am I being saucy here? No glitch

Do I see in my reasoning, so, Paul,

And Ommus, I accept this name you call.