by branksomegeelong, Victoria, Australia
Sep 2014 346 Views 0 comments
The Sonnet
It was a cloudy dull day
so typical of the area
I was depressed and bored
I knew she should would say
You do not die of boredom
I smoked my last cigarette
watched the empty packet
As it floated in the stream
I was just writing a sonnet
She came as if the sun shone
As she sat bright and smiling
I fumbled with my sonnet
She said shut up and kiss me
I was no longer depressed
There were many sonnets
But one stayed unfinished
so typical of the area
I was depressed and bored
I knew she should would say
You do not die of boredom
I smoked my last cigarette
watched the empty packet
As it floated in the stream
I was just writing a sonnet
She came as if the sun shone
As she sat bright and smiling
I fumbled with my sonnet
She said shut up and kiss me
I was no longer depressed
There were many sonnets
But one stayed unfinished
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Posted: Sep 2014
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