A Shakespearean Sonnet
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She calls me to present aloud the poem
My knees are weak, my eyes are covered, still
I shake away my fear and try to "om,"
a Taoist trick my best friend taught me well.
My love for Shakespeare's sonnets starts to shine
as I speak words of jealous lovers' tears,
the man or woman fear'd be lost to time,
Preserved without a taint over the years.
A gentle sigh, I end the sonnet soft
Quite thankful to be finished being watched
Yet proudly sat, my mind still high aloft
I hoped I did it justice, naught I botched
For all I'd conquer to well hope to be
a speaker of Bard's timeless poetry.