The subject of this is my first sonnet,
I certainly don't have to write this thing,
But it's a challenge, which is my favorite,
As long as I stay afloat while boating,
This poet as no theme in his thick skull,
That is why I'm putting in random things,
You're not going to understand at all,
I know not why I put in these scratchings.
As you may very well notice, cousin,
This long poem has no rhyme or reason,
With the next line I've written a dozen,
To stop at this point would be high treason,
I am certainly glad this is the end,
And as we all know it's the last to mend.
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