Shakespearean Sonnet

This one follows the form better than my earlier sonnet. Whether it's any better remains to be seen. (I'm still not sure about the closing, slant-rhymed couplet.)

                                                      Shakespearean Sonnet
                            (a middle school English teacher addresses the Bard)

                               “Why don’t you write normal?” my students ask,
                                your tongue too formal for their modern ears.
                                Untangling your words is too hard a task;
                                one sonnet seems to take them years and years.
                                And your plays are all about men in tights
                                who talk to themselves when left alone.
                                I tell them you command the dramatic heights,
                                and all they do is hold their heads and groan.
                                But when they get to act your words on stage,
                                the sounds suddenly make sense in action.
                                Even the soliloquies leap from the page,
                                torn from the hidden heart by passion –
                                for Rosalind is a part for every girl
                                and the Forest of Arden becomes our world.