Sonnet 001

Standard
My Master’s works replay inside my head;
Yet other things I read I throw away.
I’d rather keep the words I love instead;
Tucked right inside my heart wherein they stay.

It’s not as if there’s room for any more;
With all the Bardstuff crammed inside my skull.
To some I know he’s really quite a yawn;
But let him in and then your life be full.

A Smith of Words, he knows his audience
Inventing names and phrases five by two
If you detest or if you’re on the fence
Then close your eyes – allow his genius through.

He’s God and no-one else his shoes can fill
My one, my only, true beloved Will.

 

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