Now the sonnet has fourteen lines
and is more difficult as you can see
with five beats the norm of time
it certainly is no Summer breeze
it may contain a single question
or destroy the long cannon of facts
but it has only one real mission
to sound the writer's mind and thus enact
the simple play between man and words
that has gone-on as long as history
and marks the true commons of our hearts
where man may sit awhile--if you please
I will go and write one now as we speak
let's hope it's good, better than this, at least
I must admit this thread has turned
to something quite delightful,
You see, my friends, a poet's words
are often quite insightful,
With careful prose and endless wit
his thoughts caress the page,
(Or screen, I guess, for after all
we're not in the Dark Age)
And so it is with joy I've read
the words of generalizethis,
(It must be said: I'm really glad
he has no gingivitis,
As foulest breath is oft reserved
for dragon, orc, or troll,
And this good man, (or girl,
or guy), is not on their bankroll)
But I digress - now let me try
to write without distraction,
(Or else you may suspect me of
AnonyMint-attraction),
The point, you see, is plain and clear:
Monero fans have smarts!
(I mean that in the mental sense,
not fashionable-arts)
And now, before complaints come from
stslimited,
Or primer Alit, "CEO",
(they are so spirited!)
I must return to working mode
lest bugs remain unseen,
And so I bid you all adieu,
to focus on my screen!
