Here we sit lost in thoughts of rhyming lines,
We labor over finding the right words.
Whilst all our friends go out dressed to the nines,
Alas we remain behind with the nerds.
We put our heads together in deep thought,
Creating a sonnet is our hard task
But think of all the places we are not
Instead of wearing our poetry mask.
Maybe if we concentrate harder sill
And think not of the fun we are missing,
We can produce a sonnet to our will
And soon be with friends whom we are kissing!
That wasn't so bad, that wasn't so hard,
But next time I think I'll just buy a card!