Sonnet
Reporting for Duty
Thy benevolent self, to thee these addressed
Hither have I come, in full form presented
Received an order, to join thy services
whereof, farther travelled in journey tedious
Doth present I for duty on April 6th day
'The cruellest month' as Eliot did say.
Earlier bed-ridden, recovered, do feel well
Ergo, feel I fresh, spirited, not at ill.
To join as journo in an institution repute
Too eager, curious and a mind so upbeat.
In Lord's Year Two thousand and twelve
Hither have I come to write, to serve.
Bless my pen with all thy heart
Let by fate from this office I not part.
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