27. The Sonnet

Sitting here all by myself in my room
Thinking of what I could possibly do.
Perhaps a sonnet on a bride and groom?
Oh no! I think, 'cause tomorrow it's due!
Needing some major help, I run downstairs;
'Do it yourself!' everybody tells me.
Feeling hopeless, I think nobody cares.
Is there something here that I just can't see?
Oh no! I fear the time is running out!
I'm running out of sonnet ideas -
There has to be something to write about!
Seeing that sonnets are my phobias,
This is something that just cannot be won.
But looking down I see my sonnet's done.