Returning to my hometown, I
Was looking for an apartment,
For a tenancy to apply.
One ad looked good and so I went.
'No poets' the ad did include.
Must be a typo for 'No pets.'
Arriving I was interviewed
By the landlady, cigarettes
And other smoking stuff a 'No.'
That was agreeable to me.
The landlady wanted to know
'Bout my work productivity.
I replied I'm a sonneteer.
Then Mom said, 'No vacancy here.'
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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