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I tried to write a sonnet in German

but I found it just a little too hard

and even though I was quite determined

I just wasn't able to get very far.

I think I could do it if I had time,

but one evening just isn't enough.

I learned that it is much harder to rhyme

when you have to look all of the rhymes up.

I may have given up for this one night,

but I'll take my time and try it again

I am not going to give up this fight;

I'll win, I just don't know exactly when.

A sonnet in German I will soon write,

Alas! Sadly it will not be tonight

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I took my first Praxis-II test today
so now that's one down and one more to go
I ate some breakfast and went on my way
confident in all the things that I know

I arrived and I signed in right on time
"Did you bring a calculator?" he said
My face went as white as a startled mime
it was home on a table near my bed.

I knew I could do it all on paper
but still I was nervous about this test
and surely this would be a time waster
but I would still make sure to do my best.

At the end I looked and was shocked to see
a perfect math score looking back at me

Hummingbird

A small hummingbird flew by the window
and it took a quick drink from a feeder.
It floated above the ground far below
with the smooth movement of a egg-beater.

She moved to the window to take a peak
as the bird stopped for a fast fly-through meal.
Dipping into the feeder with it's beak
with quick motions that were almost surreal.

She took one more step and the bird took heed,
and quickly it snapped up to attention.
The bird moved away from this chance to feed
disappearing to some new dimension.

And so she learned that this is a fact:
to observe, one must also interact.

Dream Muffins

I dreamt of my rabbit the other night,
but rather than being adorable
something about her was just not quite right
in fact it was rather quite horrible.

The first strange thing was that Muffins could talk
and the things she said were somewhat creepy
Instead of hop, on two legs she did walk
and the motions she made were quite eerie.

Stacked up the hay from within her cage
to build a step so that she could climb out
while building it she spoke with words of rage
and she was out for sheer revenge no doubt

But the real Muffins does not make me scream
so I am glad that this was just a dream

Guacamole

"Why do you smell just like guacamole?"

The kid I was babysitting asked this

I thought about what this question could mean

so that my answer would not be remiss.

What does guacamole even smell like?

Perhaps he just meant I smelled fresh and green.

While I don't think I smelled exactly ripe

I needed to bathe and was not so clean. 

I had been watching kids for the whole day,

so it's true that I may have been sweating.

To answer his question what could I say

that I would not be later regretting?

I told him the truth: I needed a bath,

but still didn't know what I had been asked.

Guest Sonnet: "Lover's Quarrel"

When the flowers bloom in spring

The heavens will begin to open.

People will do anything

When their hearts get broken

The fear that fills the mind

Is hazardous and deadly

It makes many go blind

It makes your hands seem redly

When you lose control

Many others will get hurt

It could take atoll

And makes you quiet like dirt.

 if you wonder why you've been abused

realize that person has been bruised.

The Thrill of the Clip

Alas! Where have all my good coupons gone??

And where are my weekly mailers of ads?

Will the coupon fairy hear my sad song?

Will she bring me something to make me glad?

I walk into the house and see them there

a pile of newsprint sits on the table!

For a moment all I can do is stare;

reality has become a fable.

I take them and carry them up the stairs,

and with a big grin I begin to clip

I cut coupons 'til the pages are bare

and soon my coupon folder is equipped!

But woe! The rush of clipping does soon fade!

and until the next week's ads I must wait!

Forgiveness

Will I ever be able to trust you
after all of the hurt that you've caused me?
After everything that we've been through
why is it so hard to just let it be?

I know that I'll have to get over it,
but right now I just don't know how I will.
Maybe I will just have to think and sit,
and finally I'll be able to chill.

I know you really can't help it I guess
I must admit that it's hard to stay mad
I look at your ears and your furry chest
and wetting my bed doesn't seem that bad.

Muffins, I guess I forgive you this time,
but please don't repeat this disgusting crime!

Blind Sonnet

I am trying to write this sonnet blind
thatsto say without looking at the keys...
and with that said I hov=pe that you won't mynd
if  there are more typos than you would please

I guess we'll see how good my typing is
as I type these lines with my head laid down
I guess my rhyme scheme is alo at risk
if I can't remember the last line's sound

now that I'm made it to the third stanza
I think this idea was not so good
q=this is not quite an extravaganza,
but I suppose it has lightened my mood.

Finally I have reached this blind poem's end
now I'll look and see what I could not mend.

(Wow! That turned out a lot better than I expected!)

Soiled

My rabbit was running around my room
to get exercise as she does each day.
I went briefly to the bathroom to groom,
and on my return was met with dismay.

For upon my bed my dear Muffins sat,
and upon my sheets a yellow puddle.
She'd peed on my bed, and to add to that,
she thought that I'd still want to cuddle!

I picked her up and put her in HER bed,
and began to deal with the mess at hand.
The dirty sheets from my mattress were shed;
I praised the best extra sheets in the land.

One set of sheets may have been left quite soiled,
but preparedness meant my night was not spoiled.