[Christine P'legion]

I've been doing a deep organization of my writing files lately, and came across this gem (aptly buried in my "unredeemable disasters" folder). Behold the unbounding majesty of my first attempt at a sonnet:

Unfocussed Sonnet

The passing moments take me by surprise:
Each second comes and suddenly is gone,
Then comes and goes the next, and time flows on,
And every minute flees before my eyes.
Here in this passing we are too soon spent.
Each passing hour touches eternity,
And never will return again—but we
Become subsumed in how to pay the rent.
The sonnet form is harder than you think!
When halfway through without a conclusion
The poet's thoughts all turn to confusion
(Though she may take some solace in pink ink).
The last couplet is the grand finale:
In theory, it is a hot tamale!