|Of course I am abhorrent, you must say?|
Oh no, not that! A term so strange for me!
My thanks to you to play with me today
So here I have a canned default for thee.
My sonnets suffer now from you, my foe
To read, then write and be for all to see!
You test, you prod, and I do feel your blow
My patience long, so wait for me to be!.
But how it seems I need a gig or two
Oh life is long for me, so I won’t quit
A query finds and I do write for you
Requests like this do trip me, I admit.
Bad luck, I cannot rhyme your strange entry,
My passion here you see is cranking glee!