Meta-Sonnet: In Which I Have Amazed Myself

December thirty-first, Two Thousand Eight

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!