Translation:
My fountain pen came in the mail today;
I knew I must write a sonnet with it.
I am more excited than I can say
a little more than I care to admit…
I see me writing an epic poem
armed with only my paper, ink and pen!
Always prepared to write in the moment:
describing the now, preserving for then
Alas I am starting to realize
there maybe be a flaw in this awesome plan
As I gaze at my writing with my eyes
I think I'll have to practice with my hand
So until my penmanship has improved
I will provide a "translation" for you
No comments:
Post a Comment