It is disturbing that no matter what is missing in the house...Daniel knows where it is. What does that mean ?

Ottava rima? Me? That can't be right!    Too frivolous? But tut, there's no such thing! Let others ponder thoughts of wrong and right,    Or sit and think how much they love the spring; I'd rather spend my time in gleeful spite,    Or maybe laugh, or maybe sit and sing. Besides, it might be fun to be inspiring - But surely it would get so very tiring. What Poetry Form Are You?

*This poetry quiz site is a mess of annoying pop-up windows. God, I hate that.