When, in my youth, I fixed upon The Bard
And eagerly devour’d his poetry,
I did not know it would be quite so hard
To replicate such verses skilfully,
Yet lo, when here I come to craft a verse
Of fourteen lines within a structure set,
I find myself full empty of such words
As one could use to write a fair sonnet!
And thus, needs must, and meta shall I be,
And write a poem about poetry.

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