A sonnet for a sonnet

Your idea stirs inside my head,

as I greatly await your birth.

Without you my major is dead,

and I sit here without worth.


One day in the future soon,

I shall teach about your form.

Knowledge flowing like a typhoon,

students minds will transform.


Back to the present,

as I sit here and think.

Rearranging words, trying to invent,

almost successful, on the brink.


Finally my masterpiece is done.

“Ha-ha poem, this time I won!”


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