Structured Poetry: My Life As A Pusher

There's a young man whose family goes to our synagogue -- for the sake of privacy we'll call him Ethan. He's about nineteen, black-haired, usually wears a short beard, and has one of the single most evil grins I've ever seen. (And believe you me, I've seen a lot.)
Over the past year, he's gotten into the habit of writing poetry.

His father blames this entirely on me.

Okay, it's hardly all my fault. Before I ever met him he was reading poetry for the fun of it, and had already started experimenting with structures ...
But I'm the one who started reading everything he wrote and giving him concrete criticism. And I'm the one who introduced him to the work of Sherman Alexie, the sonnets of Millay, and the sestina form.

Now, god help me, he's written a full-length piece in response to Alexie's "Inside Dachau", and he's started composing a sestina wherein the first words of each stanza are thematically related to each other....

So I guess I'm not entirely blameless here either.

Those of you who know Seanan McGuire will be completely unsurprised to find out that she is in part responsible for the recent resurgence in my interest in structured poetry. Mind you, I haven't got it quite as bad as she does; but within about a week of telling her about the chain-sonnet form, she was telling me about the sonnet redouble form -- which I then passed on to other people, one of whom (no, not Ethan) has already completed a redouble of his own and another of whom has started one in a modified form that she's created.

We really should be more careful. This stuff can be dangerous, and it's clearly both highly addictive and highly contagious....