Wednesday, October 18, 2017


                    O, Muse of making something difficult
                    Seem easy—assist me, please, in this endeavor
                    So that my poem achieves the grand result
                    Of living in posterity forever—
                    This sonnet, though, I know’s not such a one
                     Since it now simply talks about itself,
                     A subject that most readers readily shun,
                     A book of which would never leave the shelf,
                     But if I could pull off a tour de force
                     By writing in a single sentence one
                     Persuading even skeptics to endorse
                     My prowess, I’ll be proud of what I’ve done,
                         And I, of course, will praise you for your aid
                        Without which such a verse could not be made.