Now there's a give away like none before
Poets who act like that should be ignored
Or given matching orders to the door.
But really, really, really I don't care
It's been a fun thing that I had to do
There were some things l was compelled to share
And writings often caused a tear or two.
But now it's winding down at long, long last
But sonnets they will always be my friend
As each day drifted off into the past
From number one until the very end.
A thousand would have been a lot of fun
But it's enough with six hundred and one.