As I read the instructions for this task
I mourn my fate for lyrics are my bane
There is one thing which I know I must ask
Sarah, have you gone completely insane?
I have no knowledge of pace or structure
I cannot write and, no, I cannot rhyme
Do I have drive and little luck? Sure
But what I am doing must be a crime
There is good news for all the readers though
I'm almost done with this disgusting chore
I can't wait till it ends and I can go
And be rid of this sonnet I abhor
This is the end I will tell you no lies
Mimicking famous poets I despise
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