Liz Rule


I've gotta write a sonnet,
a flamen sonnet, evry day.
Tezza says it is compulsory;
I don't know what to say!
He wants me to write sooky stuff
about roses, love and sin.
I tried so hard, I really did,
but threw it in the bin.
I tried to write about me life
when I was just a kid,
but Mum would disinherit me
if I told the things she did.
And as I wanta save me skin,
I won't tell about her drinking gin.

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