Well Nothing...About Me.

A quality of mine that's worthy of some praise

Such a pride evoking poser, on which one could brag for hours.

The subject of this sonnet, such is the question I must raise

but carefully. For that powerful emotion soon all things devours.

That swelling up inside; like a baloon about to blow.

We think we are justified. That we are so great and tall

when we talk about all the things we are or we can do and everything we know.

With all of these "noble" qualities, surely we know all.

But what then makes me flawless? Something I can praise without shame

or conceit? What can I say about myself which expresses that?

Perhaps my harder heart? No that's really not the aim.

What about my voice so sweet? Or my stealth so like a cat?

These things are all good but what perfect picture can I draw?

Well nothing, about me, but at least my rhyme scheme has no flaw.