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Sonnet Interruptus
Some mornings, upon waking I perceive
my thoughts in iambic pentameter.
As words churn, there’s a hope I might conceive
some poetry that won’t taste too bitter.
But then life knocks, and asks me for a drive,
There’s dog vomit, and groceries to get.
The selfish hobby gets shoved to back seat,
And as you can see rhyme goes out the door!
With research, schoolwork, kids and household tasks,
Fourteen lines really is too much to ask!
my thoughts in iambic pentameter.
As words churn, there’s a hope I might conceive
some poetry that won’t taste too bitter.
But then life knocks, and asks me for a drive,
There’s dog vomit, and groceries to get.
The selfish hobby gets shoved to back seat,
And as you can see rhyme goes out the door!
With research, schoolwork, kids and household tasks,
Fourteen lines really is too much to ask!
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