You might as well try and make people smile
But can that best be done in other ways?
At least it all worked for a little while
But then the sonnets went by in a haze
And I had little care and little mind
To make them all as good as they could be
It's not something that I thought I would find
When I wrote down in sonnet number three
That wealth will come to those who nobly serve
For it came not but I kept on and on
Reaping just what each verse did deserve
And some of them were golden and they shone.
But now it's all a little bit too much,
And with the starting purpose I've lost touch.