Gramophone sonnetry

There was a young lady intent
On why limericks all rhyme in "Gwent"
Thus oddly inclined
She went out of her mind
That imprudent lady of Gwent.

Quoth that mad dame, "It's weird –
The others rhyme with 'beard'"
How sadly and wholly dement(ed).

"What's in a name?" Some funny wordy bits,
As phonemes, graphemes and their correlation
Some syllables, and sounds, in isolation
Which, were they placed, they'd have no referents.
(A slight disruption there, a nervous laugh
– 'Tis figured in the syntax's distraction
And in the faulty rhymes – now a quotation
"In a word, gramophone" (not "phonograph"
Unless we gramophone the gramophone
A possibility whose slight digression
May open up an infinite regression.)
Mayhap we'll leave the phonograph alone
And ask of the perfection Romeo owes
How much it needs the ponging of the rose?