Yesterday I did not write a sonnet
I confess this most egregious of sins
Office afternoon I could've done it
But straight after that I went out drinking
And not till 2 a.m. did I get in
By then I was well sozzled, pickled, drunk
And after a quick chat with Louis, then
I had to turn in, had to flop, kerplunk
Onto the bed, and I never once thunk
About the daily sonnet - what a twit
I don't forget to write very often
In more than five years I've carefully clung
To sonnetary routine, but I admit
I forgot. Oh no - what was I thinking?
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