I have no idea what to write about
My sonnet is going to be lame
Its just that no ideas with spout
And when it does I hope I won't have a sense of shame
This sonnet is just not coming out
It's not fair that others can write it the right way
That makes me pout and act out
Sometimes it makes me shy away
My brain just won't let me think
Brain fart is what they call it
It just wont klink
I still can't think not even a little bit
I still can't write my piece of literature
It just won't flow
What can I say I'm just not a good interpreter
Maybe I'll give it just one more go
What should I write about cats, dogs, culture
Or maybe about my cousin's vulture
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