The Sonnet Man's Mission
I use my pen like a thin magic wand,
So creating magic is the mission,
Taking it seriously like James Bond,
Carefully making the right decision.
I pull words from my utility belt,
And dispose of them with a certain flare,
Then turn the heat up until your ears melt,
And you are left feeling without a care.
My primary job is to fight boredom,
And my primary weapons are my words.
My primary goal is to make more come
And open their minds to fly free like birds.
The Sonnet Man is my heroic name,
And soon the world will be glad that I came.
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