Today I am not writing a sonnet
I'm still a bit ill and not in the mood
A sleep train's leaving, I'm getting on it,
I need to sleep, I don't mean to be rude.
I'll snuggle up now under my duvet
Close up my eyes and let my dreams appear
Just while away this rainy, cloudy day,
And try to get myself back into gear.
I have no obligations to do this
I choose to do it but today I don't,
There's nothing about writing that I'll miss
I write lots of sonnets, today I won't.
I lie in bed and wheeze and moan and cough
Enjoying my sonnet-a-day day off.
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