A crazy resolution came to me
A daily sonnet -- wouldn't that be great?
But could I do it? I would have to see.
The first one concerned chicken soup I'd made,
And was my very first of any sort.
A year has passed; it's now a stock in trade
Of mine, composing sonnets, fast and short,
And far more than just one a day has come
Forth from these typing fingers, thanks to dares
And birthdays, and late-breaking news of dumb
And wondrous things, and as of summer, there's
The Interstellar Feller, too. What fun!
As New Year's Resolutions go, I've won!