Least Read Sonnet Poems

What have I seen?
not actually sure
a losing team
is there a cure?

Batters could not hit
pitcher let up many runs
balls popping out of mitts
fans annoyed; this was no fun

No hope for them
fans have gone away
behind by 10
maybe some other day

Fans today were shedding tears
future days may bring applause & cheers

Reincarnation? Ah, if only so...
would we remember could we leave a sign,
about self's death which happened... ages ago,
and visit our past self's grave, like a shrine?

Perhaps in a past life we were merely a flea
jumping round sucking up to make ends meet
and then when reincarnated to...me,
find fleas didn't know much to start with, shee'eet!

Though, in some archeological dig,
rummaging amongst old sarcophagi
the aged professor does a creaky jig
as he,  translates the hieroglyphs as  
                        ...

To me he was just, Roget Thesaurus,    
and I often thought of him as, my Roget,    
and took him to bed, just the two of us,    
and a head torch to guide me through his ways.    
   
Those rustling musty printed paper sheets    
that he and me often fell asleep in    
but he's an old weighty tome, not too sweet,    
and I'd often wake up with my arms aching    
   
Then one night when I was chasing some words    
all worked up with sleepy fingers and thumbs,    
I pocked my eye on his stiff spine and cursed     ...

I was keen to be a part of things when young
like when I dragged a tinker to our door,
shrieking " he'll mend holes in your pans, Mum! Mum!"
then soon found, we were viewed as strange and, poor...

Or the guy hawking things to thread needles
and bribing kids with sweets and gay balloons,
" Quick, you want ribbons, go tell your peoples
the Sewing-Man's here and you'll have those, soon..."

There's not much for the likes of me these days
no rag and bone folk ringing big brass bells,
with us begging for rides on...