Dear lords and ladies, who doth pledge thy name
That I, poor fool, might make these humble verses,
Lend me your ears, for now I would proclaim
The wondrous news my fervent brain rehearses!
’Tis bliss immeasurable to be alive
Upon this golden, many-splendored day:
Thy pledges to percentage twenty-five
Are climbed, which I with joyous eye survey!
’Tis true, three quarters…
Well, I’m delighted to report that #Sonnets is 20% funded! As the proud bearer of a B in GCSE Mathematics, I can tell you that this means we’re a fifth of our way to publication. A FIFTH! Just like Beethoven’s greatest symphony, the day in November we’re meant to remember, and the amount of vodka Eminem drank before he asked if you dared him to drive! Hmm, ‘fifth’ is a weird word when you keep…