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The Meaningless Sonnet
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.