And rip them up from this to number one
And rip them up from number one to this
And rip them up till all the ripping's done
And I no longer hear the sonnets hiss.
It's about time that this time's over now
Just slip away and petter out be gone
And let me get my life back now somehow
And stop me leaning fourteen lines upon.
So hurry, hurry up draw to a close,
And let these moments of my life be past
And I confess I took an over dose
Of one form but I cannot make it last,
It's been alright fun but thank you sonnet friend
I'd thought perhaps that maybe I would end.