Sitting here at the desk with cup of tea
(Liquorice flavour), time is ticking by
As I now write my sonnet diary
The most important task is one that I
Have not yet got round to, but I must try
It's a bit scary, that's why - it's homework
Yes, like my schooldays, makes me fret and sigh
I put it off, though I've not really shirked
I've exercised, and played guitar, James Kirk
Couldn't have boldly gone as far as me
At least not on the fretboard, fingers fly
Further than the Enterprise, Ataturk
Achieved less back there at Gallipoli
But still the main task waits and will not die
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