It’s a day without a sonnet, and that
Will be true till this diddy deed is done.
Still a day without a sonnet, hands at
The task of counting syllables for fun.
This day without a sonnet stands alone
Among those seventeen days that contain
Each at least one sonnet that was unknown.
For now quatrain and couplet still remain
To be composed and forced to match the rest.
Like making bricks to match the blueprint hole
That should match bricks but failed the ruler test,
It’s architect unsuited to the role.
We wipe our brow. The task is near complete.
Another sonnet day is on the street!
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