Monday, 23 April 2018
A Sonnet Upon Reaching 25%
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 more are left to raise
Before thou might’st these silly sonnets savour
And though thy kindness doth exceed all praise
Still must I ask thee, patrons fair, a favour:
Spread word! Retweet! Get all thy friends to pledge and
I will, henceforth, consider thee a legend!