The five minute sonnet, this is my quest!
It won't be good, but trying is the thing
Like the Olympics, it's not just who's best
But who takes part we're congratulating
Oh no, two minutes gone! I am losing!
I must write stream of consciousness stuff now
No time to worry, fret or fuss, but sing
Whatever sudden thoughts your thoughts allow
One minute left. Looks like I've failed, somehow
It's gone just like the sun down in the west
And British hopes of success of sporting
Kind. To my harsh fate it seems I must bow
Well here's the couplet, and I'm on the crest
Of a seven minute sonnet. Ch-ching!
Mon 22 Oct 07
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