Have you seen the sun before?
Shining bright forevermore,
There it rises beyond the moor,
I don’t think I can open the door.
I wonder if you would bow down,
To see me as I wear the crown,
Or would you laugh just like a clown,
Dressed in your evening gown.
Serious poems are for the birds,
Can you not see the words?
Filling the page with cattle and herds,
Or is that room all full of nerds?
I just like to write a sonnet,
Imagining it were a flying comet.