I want to write something serious for a change,

Rather than the whimsy of the lines 

Which have trickled out in recent times,

Fun in themselves, but lacking the sense of rage

Or depth that you expect to find in poetry

Which is worth the name.  I want to stir

The emotions and the mind, not merely slur

Between the witty and the symmetry

The sonnet's form imposes on my mind.

Maybe, like the monkeys, if I write

An infinite variety of shite

I'll come up on occasions with a find.

            Oh to see what Shakespeare threw away

            And know that he too had the odd off day.

Brian Hick December 2008

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