Next up is a poem for Emily, keen reader and Goodreads reviewer. She asked for a Shakespearean sonnet, so the only thing to do was to shamelessly repurpose one of the Bard’s more famous poems (original here: http://www.shakespeare-online.com/sonnets/116.html ).
I pray, let not your Amazon review
Admit impediments. Praise is not praise
When it moans about the postal date due,
Or that the book’s reading took many days,
O no; it is an ever-fixed five star,
That overlooks our work, and is never taken;
It is the comfort to every wandering author,
Whose worth’s unknown, and whose faith is shaken.
For a writer lives by labouring in the dark,
Not knowing if their words are spilt in vain,
Yet find one for whom that book made a mark,
And our time’s well spent, it is worth any pain,
If this be error and upon me proved,
I never writ, nor any book was ever loved.
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