I search inside my mind, digging deep down
For what I should write a sonnet about.
Nothing will come to mind, which makes me frown.
To think of one in time—I really doubt.
This has to be complete by Saturday!
I will not rest until I have it right.
I can’t afford to waste my time away,
There will be an end to this frightful plight.
I need to find something novel and fresh,
So tales about love and nature won’t do.
A couple abstract concepts I could mesh
Together for a poem that is new.
I have an idea! I must get on it!
Oh wait, I just wrote myself a sonnet...
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