To be a sonnet

Thought I generally believe that personality tests are no more than expressions of one's affinity for the flourishing of the ego, the evolvement of the super ego, or the involvement of the id, this one is fun: What poetic form are you?

I am, in turns out, a sonnet (at least today) who, were she not a sonnet, would be heroic couplets (the exact number of which remains unspecified).

Though graced with a formality all her own, Miss Dickinson would surely shudder at the pernicious effects of such confining classification. Thus the Dickinsonian oracle pronounces:

Baby -

Teach Him - when He makes the names -
Such an one - to say -
On his babbling - Berry - lips -
As should sound - to me -
Were my Ear - as near his nest -
As my thought - today -
As should sound -
"Forbid us not" -
Some like "Emily."
(E. Dickinson, 198)