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The Meaningless Sonnet

April 26, 2014
By idkmanguy GOLD, Ballwin, Missouri
idkmanguy GOLD, Ballwin, Missouri
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Favorite Quote:
"It was the patient, cut-flower sound of a man waiting to die." - Patrick Rothfuss

I don't know why I'm writing this sonnet,
I really don't know what it's about,
My pen is as useless as a stupid bonnet,
Looking at paper makes me want to pout.

My poor brain does not think a single thought,
I do nothing, except pity myself,
My skull feels so much like and empty pot,
My rhymes are stranded on some dusty shelf.

But no, wait, I think I have a topic...
Now I won't have to look outside,
My spirits rise- They're happy and tropic,
And I'm joyous; this poem has not yet died.

This is a sonnet that has no meaning,
But on failure, it's no longer leaning.

The author's comments:
I wrote this a long time ago, decided to post it here. C:

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